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I still remember my first visit to the Coastal town
I thought I was prepared for what I'll see
But it's been even more this can't be planned
It was great I came first hand cause being told cuts out the sweetness 

I remember walking by old town streets
How the streets were filled with the locals
All going about their day speaking in swahili that I didn't know
For the only swahili I had was from school and novels 

I'd come prepared with lots of jeans
But the heat would make me opt for shorts
And sandals they called makubathi to go with
And here I was walking,a dark skinned man amidst all this browness 

I was fortunate to go to Fort Jesus
Sat by the old canons that were there
And imagined how it felt during an invasion 
For all i could see was water and land masses a far 

A vendor gave me a fruit fresh from its husk
He cut the top of it and made a spoon from it
It was the sweet refreshing coconut water
Of which i ate till the last white yoke in it and bought more 

Before my trip was over I asked if I could see the ferry
And if I could go to the other side
Just before we went to the beach
So that I dip my toes into the hot beach sand

The trip showed me a bit history of the island
But i felt like i needed to have more of it
Thats why I look forward to when I'll be there next
Oooh take me back to the shores for I could spend the rest of my days watching sunsets

The PO£T

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