My People Are Down

Garth Rakumakoe

Speakers blaring

in a crowded club

somewhere in Mozambique

my people are down

drinking cold quarts

to cool off the night

my people are down

down to passada

dressed to kill

kill the humidity

getting down to forget

their problems to the beat

and the infectious rhythm

sharing love from one

to another like the breeze

and the palm trees

  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2024 04:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Teddy.15

    Such a wonderful atmosphere in this, chilling and loving my kind of place. 🌹

  • Tony36

    Wonderful write

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

      • Tony36

        You're welcome



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