It's 1pm in Nairobi

There's hope.
There's still time. 
There's enough time to turn this thing around.
There's songs to sing.
There's conversations awaiting
There's this
and
There's that
and
There's more.

It's 1pm in Nairobi.

Mao's Breath

There was romance and
heartache
in the alley
when  darkness
 encountered
 innocence.
There was guilt and redemption.

She called it Mao's Breath.