Valentine's Day Poems. Tanzanain Style.
Sweating through my shirt
Sweating through my shirt
Smell of Deet and burning trash
She will be impressed.
I thought it was love
Hot! Sweaty! Delirious!
Nope: malaria.
Q-Bar prostitute
Spirit of love and romance
Half hour, Room 6.
Drank warm red box wine
Moon-lit stroll on CoCo Beach
Now we're getting mugged
Would have bought flowers
But we're in Dar es Salaam
Will Konyagi do?
Una pendeza
I will make love to you now
Ignore the heat rash
Peace Corps volunteer
Room with power and water
Easy to impress
Kempinski was full
Street meat at Posta instead
Can I still get laid?
I had a great night
It's too hot to walk you home
Please take a bajaj
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Forwarded by Christen Mullen via Roman Kotovych.
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