Nostalgia | Owen Habel Lwanda | Poetry
At the barber shop, the barber asks where I come from. I say “Kenya.” He nods politely and drapes a shawl around my shoulders. I want him to ask another question. Which part of Kenya? What was it like? Why did you leave? Instead, he focuses on my hair while my mind travels thousands […]
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At the barber shop, the barber asks where I come from. I say “Kenya.” He nods politely and drapes a shawl around my shoulders. I want him to ask another question. Which part of Kenya? What was it like? Why did you leave? Instead, he focuses on my hair while my mind travels thousands […]
