By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa
The sky azure/
Giving a blueish hue to the wavy waters of the Atlantic/
Constantly creeping towards the ash-black beach/
In slow monotonous Nyango na Muna pace/
Crashing on boulders rimming the beach interminably/
Retreating measuredly leaving white foam-like champagne bubbles on its fringes/
ISONGO
Before the monoliths/
Plucked from the adjoining rises/
As if answering a fiendish call from Nyango na Muna/
Rogue waves charged like marauding njokus/
Laying waste hard-by farmlands and homesteads/
Recoiling with its loot as if to assuage the hunger of the famished sea goddess/
ISONGO