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Coffee

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Photo Credit: Irene Namuganyi Photography

I come to this cafe often. The walls are painted in a dark creamy beige that reminds me of vanilla and ice cream and cinnamon and warm, soft pastries for some reason. Maybe it’s the whiff of brewing coffee that hits you the moment you enter the cafe. Every time I come here, my mind immediately goes to Cookie, his infectious from-the-belly laugh, froth and whipped cream, spices and sweets, breads and cake. It’s all so comforting.

This is the corner where I often sit. There’s a much more airy and open part of the cafe surrounded by very green, very much alive plants that create a cool comforting space. But I prefer to sit in this little corner of mine.

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Kumbaya

I’ve never thought myself to be exceptionally good at writing poetry. I believe my strongest points are in writing stories and possibly in prose (well so I have been told).

But from time to time, I guess I feel like I have bitten by a bug that causes me to make an attempt at poetry. Hopefully at some point in the near future I’ll be able to scribble out one as complex as those of the masters that demand clear and deep thinking and the ability to read in between the lines to understand the content. But for now, this is what I’ve got.

I wrote this ages ago and found it only recently while I looked through notes I wrote down here and there. I completed it and here it is. Continue reading

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