I could go back if i wanted to. it will be the same.
or vastly different.
another shoprite or walmart to color the vast expanses.
or not.
But I wonder.
I want to take him there.
He will know me then.
there.
He and I will be. there. together.
not alone, but finally together.
Mama Timas will make me my favorite skirt.
I need a new one.
A bright Kanga.
Made for me.
with her hands.
Chapati from the Kiswahili building.
Nothing tastes better.
Mangos.
the smell of dala dala rides.
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