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  • Lorraine Johnson

[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.


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