As I pick my luggage to leave
The house, papa walks
In to ask if am ready.
He tries to tell me to spend
Another day or two before
I travel back.
Not easily convinced,
I ask him to wait till I come back
The following week.
The look on his face gently
Touches my heart.
It's like a part of me wants to
Postpone the journey,
But I have to go. It's been
Long weeks of love, care
He prays for his lovely daughter
And asks the Almighty to
Keep her safe.
My little niece senses
She starts crying holding the helm
Of my blue and pink dress.
Drying her tears, I manage to
Make her believe that am still
Without any notice of her glance,
I sneak and off I go.
The matatu I board is in a hurry
The tout asks the passengers,
Loading the "machine" with traveller's goods.
No sooner had they all sat
To enjoy the ride, than the tout
Asks for fare.
A passenger tries to plead to pay
Less. His quest is in vain.
The tout doesn't want to listen,
He starts to quarrel,
And you can see froth from his
The passenger searches his bag,
Manages to get a few coins.
He gives it out frowning,
Like he wants to hit the tout.
The rains fall heavily.
The driver drives carefully
With calculated steps on his
A passer by is seen from a distance
Trying to signal the driver to stop.
The vehicle stops and he dashes in,
He is an old man in his sixties.
Looks drunk and lost.
The smell of liquor from his mouth
Explains where exactly he is from.
His sense of humour turns
The environment to a jolly good
We all laugh at his jokes.
" Today was market day I had to go
Get meat for my wife.
For she has eaten vegies for weeks."
All the passengers laugh out loud and the