Her hug warmed my chest as she
entangled and said
‘nimefikiwa’.
I don’t remember her as beautiful,
even with my stupor.
She was just a plain girl with a
spectacular talent.
Then swirls and sweeps, bumps and
humps, yummy gummy,
deep and no eye contact with her
crowd.
the crowd cheered.
She left the stage and came up
straight to me, fell on my lap.
Nobody noticed. Eyes were already
on the next dancer.
the next one was round and hot and
fake and painted.
she asked me, will you come again?
I said, yes. She asked, yes?
I said, yes. You are a very
intelligent dancer.
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