The Ocean Walks the Aisle

The ocean walks the aisle

Marries the sand underneath my feet

A thirsting ankle for what’s heel deep.

Foam confetti sands the in-between

my wriggling toes. The stinging friction

craning the big one skyward— sloping

to where the sun once was― anchored

by the remaindered four. A blackening horizon

drowns the half suspended fiery oblate coal,

palates the infinite blue canvas. With cacophonies

With hues: purple, oranges, darks and blues

The clouds give in, light pouring from a halo.

A gentle wind strings the coconut leaves behind me

The chilling rattle that whispers─ it’s time.

My head turns to both ends of the white sands

To the fragments of a memory once whole

The inhabitants scattered. Planted. Going about

their little lives. Like there never will be another

tomorrow. Time passes through my static existence.

The stanza of the unprecedented everyday, limping

In a jumbled-up lexicon to my dyslexic impregnable cranium

As if everyone but me knows. What it is to be

To being.


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Hassan Kassim

Hassan Kassim is a Mombasa-based Creative non-fiction writer, recently longlisted for the Toyin Falola prize, blogger and translator of Kiswahili work. A beneficiary of the Penpen program by African Writers Development Trust(AWDT) commissioned by Culture at Work Africa and the European Union(E.U), and holds his Bachelor’s degree in Maritime Management. Hassan writes about the ill-documented Communities of Coastal Kenya. His work has appeared in Writers Space Africa; his 2 non-fiction stories published in the anthology 'Twaweza,' a collaborative effort of 12 African writers on the African identity and set to appear in the forthcoming anthology for the Toyin Falola prize.

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