The women in the water are drinking up the sea
The baby for the slaughter – he smiles up to you and me
The tourist in the floater speeding off to take their ease,
Me, I’m walking by the water and I’m feeling the sea breeze.
It feels like destiny, a mystery
The God Wind has a hold on me
The sand crabs walking at my feet
Slip into holes – don’t know where they lead.
How come everything’s duality?
My body aches for raw simplicity
The women drinking up the sea,
They regurgitate a kiss for me
The child lies murdered at my feet
And the God Wind blows to history,
The God Wind blows to history.
Lamu, Kenya, 2006