I wrote this on Wednesday in Mpandangindo village, Tanzania, a few days after being robbed at knife point in Dar Es Salaam. At the time the Chairman of the village was getting me drunk, and as such I was in a state of heightened ridiculousness. That and I'd been reading a lot of Spike Milligan.
My life is like a tennis ball,
It always bounces back.
It's yellow, round and furry...
Here the simile falls flat.
My life is like a tennis ball,
It always bounces back...
Except when someone serves an ace.
This simile is crap.
My life is like a tennis ball,
It always bounces back.
And children cut me open
To see what's inside.
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