Kimani wa Mumbi - Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No. Summers in Africa are hot as hell: Rough dusty winds our thatched huts shake While heaven's bloodshot eye on boiling our brains concentrates; That's the reason we are technologically Third rate. Shall I then compare thee to a winter's day? What is winter? Not in Africa have I heard of that; Two ironic seasons do we have: One hot as hell, the other Wet as hell (like Noah's day) . I shall thence leave the weather to the gods, I shan't deal with the African weather, my love. Thou art to me most precious Than the rarest of precious metals. Kimani wa Mumbi poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-compare-thee-to-a-summer-s-day/