They’re consumed by
a different type of hunger
;
The type of hunger
that can never truly
be filled.
© Hudson Biko
Tag: kenya
Clouds
Clouds sparsely
scattered across
shades of blue
we call skies.
Rays relentlessly
radiating
outer shells
we call skin.
Leaving us breathless.
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Desert
their blood
p
o
u
r
s
on the desert
whilst they
blurt for the blood
of others on the ballot.
©
Taxi Musing
I was sitting in the car, eating the banana he bought me.
he bought two
but i can only assume
he wasn’t too
hungry
because he gave me the bigger one.
I never asked for it. I never even said I was hungry. But he gave it to me.
And in return, all I could say was the customary thank you.
He didn’t know it but that was my first meal of the day. Created out of
an instantaneous interaction from a succession of unpredictable actions.
In a myriad of other realities, I could have been anywhere else or with anyone else. But I wasn’t. In its own way, the universe conspired to put me exactly where I was meant to be. With exactly who I was meant to be with.
Sometimes, that is all there is. A collation of ‘random’ moments and actions morphing into exactly what we need.
© Hudson Biko
Thank You Stephen! 🙂
I Stood There
I stood there
In a patch of dirt
That
somehow supported
maize stalks
and
side walks.
Both preceding
hues of green
in the form of tress
That gathered
in patches we call forests
,
Each fathered
By birds, herds
and
swarms
of bees
floating in a breeze
Broken only by the hills.
Hills
that
rolled
into
the
Sunrise
.
I stood there
thinking about how this isn’t everywhere
Thinking.
Then stopping
myself because
this was
beautiful.
Breathing in the untouched air
marveling in its tranquility
and its innocence.
I stood there,
in a patch of dirt,
that somehow supported maize stalks and side walks.
© Hudson Biko
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