Wednesday, June 19, 2013

First response

The leaves rustle in the breeze and I am at ease.
Crickets chirp, men chat, kids play.
A minibus sputters up the road.
One groans under the weight of people packed 4-4 or more onto wheels burdened by an almost empty tank that feeds on K698/liter fuel,
weighed down by mothers and babies,
teens and crates,
cardboard and luggage,
wise women draped in chitenges,
Eyes down, voices low,
"Muzungu!" children squeal, eyes aglow
White skin?
Black American?
Either way this sight is new- or at least rare-
our presence brings truth to tales....
Heads turn. Eyes stare.
"How are you?"
"Do you play pool?"
"Will you pay 3.7 for these goods?"
"Ask GOD why Blantyre?"
"Be serious when you pray!"
If I seek-
GOD will reveal the divine purpose for these days.

-Written 10/6/2013
Muzungu- refers to people with white skin
Chitenge- is like a sarong made of fabric that women tend to wear over trousers or shorter skirts when going out
minibus- basically a 15 person passenger van used like a city bus, usually has 4 rows, and they seat at LEAST 4 people on each row. A ride to town costs 100-200 kwacha.
Kwacha is the Malawian currency, which is rapidly depreciating. The exchange rate: K320= $1

1 comment:

Channing said...

Loved the poem. Praying for your purpose to be revealed. Also, Hope you got your Chitenge! I remember you mentioning you wanted one.
-Channing :-)