Morning In Bukoba
We awakened to rhythms of beating drums
Shouting cadences through a low rising river fog
Young men talking to friends in distant villages
On the only telephones they have.
We marveled at their ingenuity, their creativity
The strange language only they could understand
While we ate our mound of breakfast plantains
And missed our cellphones.
The bush comes alive; the heavy humidity hovers
Thick with the acrid smells of open cooking fires
Young women are heading for the open fields
While the older villagers gather to make deals.
They know nothing of super mini malls
Nor the clanging bell of the stock market
Every day is a search for their daily needs
And still, they are the world’s happiest people.
BRONZE WINNER
under the name "A Suburb of Nairobi"
"100 Poem Celebration" Poetry Contest
September 2, 2021
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