Mombasa Raha, Raha Mombasa: Binti Mombasa

We cradle the bones of the dead time, writing songs and singing to no one.About this town where each citizen is a poet. A torment, a self-mutilation,crucified by poetry, by the old wisdom, the manners, the traditions,the kindness and the generosity of those who have so little.This city of wedding singers, of course we are dying as we are.From a […]