Memory (Poetry)

Since today is the last day of the year, I thought this poem appropriate. If you had a bad year in 2016, well, here’s your chance to forget it. This poem first appeared on Novel Afrique on August 3, 2016.

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Swimming Lessons

Looking under water is scary. The blue is right in your face, and all around you, like being in the belly of a blue-eating monster. (A thought would come to my mind later: blue is not an actual colour; very few things in nature blue. In fact, many languages don’t have a word for blue, because the natives couldn’t see it.

On Reality

Reality is greater than we can ever imagine – and this is where the problem lies: we always imagine reality, and because our imaginations are products of our knowledge, there’s a limit; a boundary.