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Kenya — Silly poems for your backpack
Roll up, roll up, ladies and gents.
I have just the offer for you.
Sit in the back, in between or up front.
That seats not for one but two!
This is the main stage, come on over, take note,
This is the place to get around.
Sure we’ll stop on the way if we have space,
But this is where journeys are bound.
It’s not a station though, we’re all acting here,
Calling you over and selling you seats.
It’s hard to tell who works for who,
With all these magnificent fleets.
Forget your bike, your car or an uber,
Matatu is how it’s done.
It’s part madness, part mayhem, part whatever you want,
Without patience it won’t be fun.
Every road side waiter, is a potential customer,
We’ll drive you 200m down the road.
Officially we seat 20, but we can really fit 40,
It’s a fact, we have no need to goad.
It’s a problem for the police though,
They don’t like it that packed.
They’ll even try to get us to stop.
But not today my uniformed friend,
People are waiting for us,
And the rest, we need to drop.
While I travel, I enjoy writing a bit of poetry, mostly silly stuff, but all to remember the fun I had.
I publish them all on Medium, so check out my other poems here.
