The moon shyly hides
Behind a speck of cloud
Peeping every now and then
Illuminating the dark sleepy mass
That was lapping gently at my feet.
The racing boats and dhows
Rock from side to side
Locked in an embrace with
And patting the back of the sleepy mass.
Cold refreshing breeze
Caresses my body
All around are couples
Hand clasped in another.
In the distance a flute
And then drums
Monotonous beats
Shattering the perfect peace.
As I advance towards it
I get a glimpse of whites
No movement except for sticks
Held in outstretched hands
As they rise and fall
And the dance of the notes
Stuck in the magnificent Kofias in the breeze
A thousand, a hundred and fifty shilling notes.
Frantic cameramen and donkey taxis
Seem to jostle for attention
Or just for someone to pick
And time slowly ticks on
As the night slowly slips by