Good Samaritans
Once, when I got off the bus
in the African rain,
I was greeted by hailstones
And deafening thunders!
New to the land,
and hardly prepared
for such a turn of weather,
I was shivering all over.
My teeth started chattering,
Beating a wild rhythm!
Nearly frozen, I shuddered.
Suddenly, a gate behind opened
And a friendly hand stretched out.
A son of the soil,
A total stranger, greeted me
And pulled me into his house.
He handed me a dry towel and some warm clothes.
Now I felt comfortable, though the clothes
were embarrassingly oversized,
which no one around seemed to mind, anyway!
His wife, in the meantime,
came up with a tray of hot cakes
And a pot of very hot tea.
Ah, Good Samaritans!
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