Poetry

Kwanza River at Dusk

The river does not hurry.It has seen kings and colonels,fishermen and refugees,and it has learnedthat everything arrives eventuallyat the sea.

At dusk the water turns the colourof the money named after it,and for a momentthe whole countryseems to be worth something.

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About the author

Kito Domingos

Grew up near Caxito and now teaches physics in Cape Town. Writes short stories in English about home.

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