"trotro" poems
The sun blazed and caused a significant amount of precipitation to ooze out of my skin. The woman who sat next to me filled space enough for two but paid for one. Me, the unfortunate one who sat close to her was praying that no one else boards this atrocity of a public transport vehicle. The sweat on our skins made our contact uncomfortably more intimate than it was required for two strangers. It made my skin curl with disgust.
The little old lady stood at the bus stop with a silver wash basin half filled with her catch, fish. She signalled and the trotro staggered to a stop.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
We stand at the gates,
And shout and wait,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
One seat left,
Right on the west,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
We carry your loads,
And is our woes,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Driver go,the car is full,
The car is full like a toad,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Yeeeesss！your fares,
One by one,
And not in pairs,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Mate！Mate!
Where is my change?
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Wait! Wait!
I don't have coins,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Mate! Mate!
I will alight,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Nsawam is first,
Suhum is next,
Suhum~Nsawam,
Suhum~Nsawam
Trotro~Mate,
A Poem Written By,
©Historian E.Lexano
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC