From a Swahili course on water poems at SOAS.

 

Ten lines on water and knowledge:

Roughness of carpet against silk slip skin on thigh,

Trembling, soft resemblance of the lifeless reflection from creek and sky,

A doubt of awakening strikes the connection deep through my wellbeing,

Deep under the skipping stones off the surface of the lake mirage, so freeing,

The year’s drought in Whale’s Valley leaves dried bones dispersed,

The drip drop is soaked up eagerly by soils thirst.

Knowledge begins to stream down into hands of the needy,

A ripple through man’s population as a seed, he-

Suffocates under rip tide and crashing waterfall,

Connection is lost and found again- a barricaded, solid, brick wall.