Baraka
I was wandering on an empty beach in Dar es Salaam
when two pirates appeared out of nowhere.
They robbed away all the dreams in my head
and gently cut an opening in my heart.
I became a walking dead without my dreams,
sank to the bottom of the Indian Ocean,
thinking I would be stuck there forever.
Then suddenly, a whale appeared,
A whale from the circus.
Out of pity,
she gave me something to fill the opening in my heart
and told me it is called Baraka —
a blessing not to be seen,
but to be felt.
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