It seemed easy enough. Asked to provide a poem with links to Kamau, I immediately thought of one I had written around the same time I was studying his collection The Arrivants as an undergraduate at the Cave Hill campus of the University of the West Indies. My poem had been heavily influenced by him, to the point where I was a little uncomfortable with it. Anyway, I hadn’t looked at it, or seen the book in which it was written, in close to ten years. That should be enough time for me to give it a really dispassionate assessment, I figured.