Poem 52 of 230: OUT OF PLACE
As I paid my bus fee
To leave Nairobi,
A woman caught my eye -
From what I could see
(Red garb, bead jewellery),
She was a Maasai.
From anthropology,
I’d heard how stubbornly
They try to defy
Factors tending to be
Against them culturally -
I like the Maasai.
Now, from my T.V.,
News has reminded me
That space tourists buy,
In order to see
Big-game roaming free,
Belonged to Maasai.
They live nomadically:
With stock, they go-look-see
To get enough supply
Of grass - whose energy,
Converted, comes to be
The life-spring of Maasai.
(C) David Franks 2003
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| A Maasai at Nairobi C.B.D.; February 2014 |
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| A Maasai at Nairobi Safari Walk; February 2014 |
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| Maasai at Bomas of Kenya; February 2014 |
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| Maasai by a Maasai - bought for my home |
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