By Shem Onderi They pinch me, for they were made for someone else.Oftentimes, they are uncomfortable on my feet.The owner lends them grudgingly,With the agreement that they shall be returned soon —After the journey. You see, my wallet will not allow me to have my own,Not even one pair.With borrowed shoes, the owner demands them […]

-By Shem Onderi You bear the smell of my feet.How my whole foot fits inside you—it’s amazing, unimaginable.See, my toes are huge, unruly,each one pointing its own way. You carry my weight,take the blows of stonesso I remain safe.At times, I polish you with hard-bristled care,but the village mud always gets the last laugh. To […]