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Mombasa: Memories of an Expatriate
Mystic
11/24/01 at 06:21:26
Mombasa: Memories of an Expatriate. She languidly lays in the blaze of the tropical sun, Letting his rays lavishly caress her endless curves, Intricate alleys intertwining ancient civilizations. A scar named Jesus, Rests dormant in her folds, Battle wounds inflicted from Strangers who Senselessly fought over her brazen body, As she offered herself for the Delicious spices and silky clothes Monsoon winds would bring her way, Sacred pleasures shared only through hidden veils. Set to explore her treasured depths, Streams of Indians, Arabs, British, Even the aloof Portuguese, Made their way to her aromatic hearth, Mesmerizing them into her Native Bantu womb, She gently coaxed out Swahili, A race born solely out of her Passionate humanitarian embrace. Archaic beauty stretching beyond natural grace, Dwelling deep in the heritage she Adorns with Mediterranean architecture Mating clay huts Corrugated iron sheets flirting with thatched roofs, Catholic churches singing native hymns, Masjid’s Adhan floating through the air, Bells chime from the Hindu temples, She breathes Mystical Emancipation Cloaking her descendants with a sense Of sublime Communal love, Her spirit dances raptures within the largeness of their hearts. Unspoken anguish remains weeping in the shadows As she gracefully cradles a Bulging town center stretching out her belly button, More unsolicited guests outstay their welcome Voraciously consuming the tropical fruits From her wounded  palms Climbing her spine to yank the coconuts within the roots of her hair, Polluting the Indian Ocean that has endlessly Kissed the delicate edges of her voluptuous body. She simply tucks these and other Deep Clandestine memories Within the secrecy of her breasts, Covered by streams of lesos displaying her Colorful and matchless wit, Then weeps her rainy seasons, Keeping the slow dance of life Balanced in the twilight. At even tide, she gently bewitches the sun back Into the horizons of her smile, Reclining between melodious lullabies Resonating through out The stretches of the universe, Delightfully, She lights up the starry skies, One by one, Reflections of her own exquisite Mombasa Eyes. -Maliha Balala

Re: Mombasa: Memories of an Expatriate
flyboy_nz
11/24/01 at 06:56:12
[slm] he stares, mouth agape stunned for a moment by the sudden explosion of brilliance... Words of such beauty! MashaAllah, MashaAllah! that was wonderful ya ukhti :) [wlm] Ahmed

Re: Mombasa: Memories of an Expatriate
Mystic
11/24/01 at 08:46:59
[slm] Shukran...Jazaka Allahu Khayran Ya Akhan. I certainly pray all these nice comments don't go "into" my already swollen head:):):):):):):):):) ;) :-) [wlm]
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