The wall that keeps no one out

It is a long, low wall of stone. A parallel line marking parallel lives. The boys who sleep furtively beside the train line boldly spread their clothes to dry on this wall. As if the railway were a river and the stones were still strewn on the bank. The soccer players constrain their strikes and…

Spirit

There is a breeze, umoya, that wafts like a spirit, umoya, over the sand and between the cross currents of the mind. There is a human on the shore, with waist length dreadlocks, forehead broad like a horizon, smart shirt shimmering bright as noon. He holds beads and a small bottle that he fills with…