Mombasa
Beautiful white sands welcome my feet
into the ocean, with their soft, wet, coarse
sensation. The ocean is warm and cool
at the same time. It tempts me to stay
longer without uttering a word. Its
temptation, I swear it, is stronger
than girls in bikinis, who want to have fun.
The Mombasa people too tempt you to stay;
they call you "brother", "sister," "son",
"daughter".....though you are a stranger.
They smile at you without any scorn,
slyness, or expecting anything in return.
Their smile is natural and innocent.
They serve you a cup of tea
without asking for it,
and offer you a seat. They ask about
your journey, home and destination. You feel
as though you had met in a past life.
"You have met God!" people tell me
when I return to the city.
"I found Him in Mombasa," comes my response.
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