The Turning Point

those hours we spent
standing in polling station queues
helped us

they helped us share
newspapers, sandwiches, umbrellas
sun, soil, smiles and spit

the rules that split
our home
re-fashioned into guides

woven into bloodstained cords
we followed through the bog
and found

we’d found each other
in the peaceful street.

Kambani Ramano

refusing to let history encumber him, Kambani has gone off to do something wonderful…

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