I take off my slippers, feel gently the white sand beneath my feet
Is Pwani Mchangani a beach? Seems more like where heaven and earth meet.
A thousand shades of blue shimmer in my eyes
When other waters I described as magical blue, it feels like I lied.
Men with sun-darkened faces and hats pedal by
“Hakuna Matata” is their mantra and the way they say hi!
My East Africa trip didn’t go as I had hoped
To go on safari in Kenya or Tanzania, I was too broke.
But the surprises began when I saw Mt Kilimanjaro from my flight
And on Pwani Mchangani, I met the famous Masai tribe.
They speak English, carry cell phones, even go by an Italian name
It wasn’t the culture I imagined, but it is real life all the same.
We all move and search for an easier means to live
And for these Masai folk, tourism on Zanzibar’s beaches gives.
At low tide, we…
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