#5 Dancing Mafuwe
There is an arm of the river that stretches from the Zambezi towards the village Degwe—
but now it is only a large crack in the earth's skin.
We walked along the crevice and I could feel the burning embers of the sand
as it passed through the open spaces of my sandals.
Then we danced Mafuwe and the scorching—it was no more.