Pirates and pirates every sea,
For every sea-tales ,
Have something you will never see,
Unless you become part of the sea,
You see?
Or feel?
There are majini on the sea,
Especially at Dar or Mombasa sea,
Oceanic waves bringing them with ease,
Like when the mermaid,
Dived deep underneath,
Her ponytail hair, diving last,
Splashing under the sea
,
Kissing us or may be , me goodbye
….and good night..
Tears dripping from the
eyes,
For wanting to be a man-maid!
And live or leave with the mermaid ,
Beneath the oceanic coralline,
Waves, waving every time,
Forgetting Caroline,
The woman with white
eyes,
And deep dimples,
Showing vividly,
While eating
dumplings..
Dumping, and running,
No mumbling..
And then the tales of the ghost island,
With skeletal remains,
Remains vivid,
The
skull of a child,
And the collar
bone of a witch,
Languishing at the beach,
Where death doesth beackon…
Like eating a beacon,
With deacons ..:
The decaying ship wrecks,
Deep sea smells of rotting wood,
And seashells,
Like in Seychelles,
Whales meeting and mating..
Again like Kafiti the village Wag ..
