The African Journey
At six o’clock
Already at the bus station
Not much.
Just a tree to provide
enough shade in the
blazing sun
And little protection when raining
Six o’clock
Can be an hour earlier
Could be an hour late
Or could just be in time
The bus
never punctual
never certain
Finally there is a sound
And massive vibration of the ground
At last the bus has arrived
But full as usual
We will have to stand
Maybe halfway
Maybe all the way
But finally we get there
And as usual grandma is there,
Smiling,
Waiting for us.
Copyright © Edward Kurwakumire | Year Posted 2006
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