FRANKMWENDA

The Writing of my Place in History

COUNTRY ROAD


Walking,
Running,
Ah,this road terrain,
Worsened by the rain,
It’s literally a earth road, sorry, rocky road, no murram,
Not even in this Christmas time.

No cars,
No bikes,
Vehicles cant navigate these boulders,
And the dust,
Makes me feel like a Survivor cast,
Oh,there’s the only lorry that can take me to town!

Chromed,
Jammed,
Thats the situation in this lorry,
This goat is looking at me as if to say sorry,
Frank,this isnt Nairobi,
Move your bag,I want to pee!
You can report me to your MP.

Chanting,
Teeth gritting,
Everybody is mad,
Why did we vote for that toad,
He uses a plane,not this road,
Even with his billboard,
He can forget our vote this time,
But wait,thats what you said last time!

Mad,
Dead,
Thats my phone battery,
Can’t type anymore,let me listen to this story,
As I tread on my country road!
And watch miraa trees dusty on the roadside.

Sad,
Bad,
My country road.

I was an accountant who fell in love with writing, and eloped. Call me Social Media Accountant. The only way for me is through.

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2 Comments

  1. Kwani,where is your ocha?

  2. Anonymous

    Goat "Frank,sorry,this is not Nairobi,Remove your bag I want too pee,Or tell your MP! MAD!

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