A Darker Nairobi.
She left me for Dakar
Talked of Francophone men and DRC music,
Yoruba genome projects and Ghanaian men.
What puzzle’s me
She once belonged to an absurdist
The only fancy things I care about;
walking in the haze of Traitoria,
cheap wine, and tuberoses on my father’s grave.
I have the dark Nairobi for company,
The cleanest Hindu gods and blogs of avenues
The weather here in Dakar
Is a splendid dark.