I was in Nairobi in Kenya last week and I had great trouble sleeping, dreaming about members of my family now dead and feeling haunted, so I wrote this poem:
Haunted in Africa
There were ghosts in the room
Some were mine
Old lovers
Dead ancestors
But there were others
Broken victims of the Mau Mau uprising
Abandoned babies of men taken into slavery
Tribal victims of post colonial violence
How on earth could I sleep in peace?
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