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