three brown windows, a phone, broken, making calls to the universe, roaring red engines, bright blue doors, soaked in sunlight, cigarette butts, coffee rivers, oil-soaked cobblestone. weka mji mkongwe safi. soko ya m'hogo. the stitched market back. hanging on a hook. palm and two green windows, shuttered. a sign that reads: you are not alone. men on baraza, wearing plaid & kanzu. phone numbers scratched into old wooden doors. birds flying high over white verandahs. wires cutting through clouds. old posters ripped from history. half a face. an old man bends over his broken shoe, examining a little black cat, who sleeps on the step, oblivious. flies buzz, time flies. swahili shouts across corners. the man and his mangoes. chirping cell phones. screech of bicycle breaks. chickens cluck. shuffle of feet in the sunshine. six birds on a wire. tired flags blowing in the breeze. towering mosques. green bucket of fresh water. piga hodi. #jawscorner#stonetown #poetrywalk #lookup #morning #yes
