I went on a journey to WSA
Passing through its streets
I saw a man, bearing red roses, for his lover in red
The heavens looked down
And took away the lady in red to dwell up there.
Up upon its mountain
Two others, slipped into each other
Beginning a walk together
But the slope was too slippery
So, they slipped out.
By the grassy meadows
Were two others, the rammer and the rammed
Who are both smitten
Now, I’m on a new journey
In search of my ram…
In memory of Wakini Kuria,
For Writers Space Africa.
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