Speedbumps

Kenya — Silly poems for your backpack

Not a speedbump, but a bus stuck in the mud avoiding a traffic jam.

I’m all for a speedbump,
A sleeping policeman,
Something to slow the speedy.

But on these roads
that move so slow,
it seems rather needy.

The bumps aren’t bumps but mountains,
Each driver has their way.
Shift down a gear, brake suddenly,
For their cars, they can only pray.

But then I got it, on that long bus ride,
The bumps aren’t for speed after all.

They’re for boosting business,
Like those shelves by the till.

As you’re forced to slow down,
The sellers swoop in,
Water, fruit and more.
You’re moving so slow,
You can wind down the window,
They’re selling car door to door.

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.