In the Hades flames of the broken
air-con open-plan office, a stack of
wet refresher towels, a towel on each
arm like angels’ wings, one on back
another serviette-like in front
I am used to feverish allergy, one slice
of bread and I perspire like a horse in a
sauna, Dr Jokweni so impressed with
my innovative cooling strategies
begs for more of my energy
The only way to endure the
sulphurous atmosphere…
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