A World with No Border | Poetry
I might be scraped and a little Older
And you might be right in saying I follow no Order
But I sparkle and glint with new solder
weaving in and out of a world with no border
You often frown at my rusty fender
and verbally rip apart any slow sender
Berating my rider threatening to tell on his lender
swearing and comparing my style to that of a blender
But I see spaces in places you call slender
and I take you swiftly caring not about your gender
maybe you should take some time and ponder
why I never complain about your sweaty ordour
An awkward thank you, I don’t expect you to render
But at least begrudge me this dear rider
and admit that when you are stuck and call my sender
the name you love to utter is, hey Boda Boda!
By Solomon W. Jagwe | © All Rights Reserved
Hi Calvin, thanks Ssebo 🙂 I know, for sure I thought 4 weeks was going to be ample time to see all my friends but the schedule was incredibly busy, up to the last day when I left Uganda. I had like 20 meetings in a span of 3 days. It was busy but totally worth it. We shall look for another opportunity to meet 🙂
A work of genius! I like! No! I love!
By the way, missed you again when you were last in Boda Boda land!