By: Nkinda Mashaka Khamis
Mashakakhamis74@gmail.com
Out from school with Friends at the hill
near the road used by black fellows
The road that was built by the Black Giant
Right: zebra crossing paints the road
Left: a man in White dress thin and tall
Waving his hands, His mind and bell full of thirst
The thirst of Coins and Notes-
To be obtained from unknown sources
BUT Hope: His true Friend He puts in his mind
His eyes and ears spying and recording the events
His hands are strong than his mouth
Able to threaten the man inside the bus.
Like a Lion He shouts to a Big toy, moving Fast
Suddenly the bus stopped, obeying the hands of the man
Out the Driver I see, The man points his hands to him
His words not to be heard by any inside the bus
Why…
Show me…This not…
Say…..
Choose….
The man in White dress whispered
His face like an angry cobra.
The driver in Rags, his mouth full of smell-
Its Tobacco his mouth smells, just like the one
Used by Chinese.
In their Secret Talk the driver asks…..
WHY?
He adds: I have – Take – Sorry – Thanks
He gets in the bus with pure heart
And soon he melted
That’s how the Truth is.