Day 1 the Journey
As the narrow roads run into us
The scorch in the city fades
As the clouds begin to stage a fright;
A choreography of serenity displays
Wearing their darkest shades up high
They usher in the drumming rains
As bad as her drumming sounds to us
The winds praise her act with a conquering cry
Louder and louder, rains tickle the bus
As the radio fades to allow them pry
Soonest than sooner the attendant shouts
The time has come to let go dry
The time is now to alight.
Travelling to a village called Atua in the Eastern region of Ghana for my district rotation. I've been told it’s a saddening experience living there by colleagues who've been there previously. A part of me yearns for an adventure; so in all the odds, I've decided to write in poetry. Poems about my days here to drag you along this experience. Will you dare come with me??
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