by Juliet Wilson
It's a mud-built cafe
on the dusty corner
of a village alley.
Dark inside and cool
despite the day's hot sun,
lively with laughter
and warm conversation.
The menu is simple:
bean stew and nsima;
chicken with rice;
Coca Cola, Fanta
and Carlsberg greens.
The walls are covered
with postcards
of its namesake
The Ritz.
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romantiquely quaint. A place I'd like to visit.
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understated humor perfectly executed
ReplyDeleteThanks Rel and Howie, glad you enjoyed the read!
ReplyDeleteJust the right tone. Nicely done -- I like reading about your time there. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love Juliet's work. The voice is right on, and so much is said in four stanzas. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks Deb and Julie - glad you enjoyed reading!
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