The Bride by Maina wa Kinyatti,

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The smell of the toilet bucket was sharp

The air in the cell was boiling hot

My body was bathing in sweat

I woke up in disgust

The man at the corner was having

An affair with his new bride

He threw a cold stare at me


The long imprisonment has unhinged him

Somewhat

Interrupted

They could not continue

The husband dismounted

The bride remained calm

Ashamed to look at me


The silence continued

Then both of them were deeply asleep

Their arms locked around each other

The couple in love


Strange love

But from what human depths was it born?

From what chamber of the body does it spring?

I wondered… I wondered

I could not sleep for a long time

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