I woke to find an American flag
hoisted above the fisher camp on Msasani bay.
Sometime during the night
the stars and stripes were erected
and now proclaim that the
corrugated iron sheets,
the plastic bottles,
the sun-bleached washing hanging on a line,
The graffiti saying mysteriously – Naz –
are all somehow Yankee property.
Later I will go down and ask what it is all about,
But just now, I wonder who put it there and how
And whether on this little coastal strip
– between the dhows and the Baobabs trees –
Someone slipped in in the night to claim
Dominion over the rocks, and seaweed and sand.
An excerpt from ‘The Invasion’ by Louise Hoole