By Najwa Juma
At the door of the shop
that sells endings
a large crowd gathered.
I stood waiting for my turn.
Everyone extended their hand
to buy an end.
Some wanted the end
of hunger,
others wanted the end
of cold,
a third group wanted an end
to homelessness,
while others wanted the end
of fear,
and many hands
Extended
to buy an end
to death.
As for me, I extended
my hand
to buy an end to
this life.
