Travellers we are
And that we remain
Provided we live
We travel each day
But we still get back to the bus stop
Means of transport being a variety
Once in a while we get travelling on bicycles
At other times in some nice cars
Not to forget our beloved tractors!
At times its never our choice
But we travel in one
Do we ever get tired of travelling?
Yes and no!
Still cant tell why we keep travelling
But in the meantime let my ink flow
Now,do we ever reach our destinations?
Or is money the problem?
My tribe wont allow me say yes
Money is never the problem
Any means of transport is worth appreciation
Provided it takes you forward
That`s all we care about!
After all everything that gets you forward
Pushes you towards development
And that`s the war we fight each day
Sorry,maybe it isn’t your war
But am the one writing!
In the meantime,i still insist that any means of transport
Is worth appreciation
Provided we get forward
Our destinations?
I also can`t tell
But fare is not the problem
We always get into some big tractors
And buses not forgetting Tuktuks
But the bus stop still looks attractive
Why? Don`t we ever get satisfied?
What do i even mean?
I think foolishness has taken the better part of me
I think my thoughts lost me
Or did i lose them? Whichever!
Like you meet a plumpy and chubby one today
The apple of your eye
You make rounds around the bus stop
But be before you lose sight of the bus stop
You get a better calling at the bus stop
And never do we hesitate!
I cant imagine its the same bus
That made you que for more than hours to find
That again did satisfy you!
I wish i were the bus stop
You pick one as you go
And never get back despite the consequences
I like the bus stop
For it never lacks at least an attractive Tuktuk for us each day
You have to get some means of transport
To move you around in the meantime
At times we get the slim and well kept ones
You get into them
And you brand it as Private,though still PSV
But you find yourself out of it without trying
Why!Do you even think I know!
Am sorry,am also a passenger like you!
Some means of transport at the bus stop
Look very attractive
Until you never worry about the fare
But provided that you get forward
In the meantime
It makes more than sense
And so we get in and never care about even the destination
Because in the meantime,forward movement is weighty
But before you the journey starts
You get an attraction at the bus stop
You feel like getting back not once
You don`t even wait for `conductors` to lead you in
For you know where to take position always
After all you have more than ten years of experience at the bus stop
Some vehicles of course look old
Some are brand new ones at the bus stop
But movement simply requires a means of transport
Yes! Provided we move forward,period!
Like did the bus stop constructors forget some magnet
At the bus stop because the attraction is implicit
But do we even know them?
I bet they must also be wondering
We don`t choose to be at the bus stop
We are members by birth
In the meantime,we got to allow any form of forward moving means of transport
Yes! Like am i the only one who has seen both old and new vehicles crash?
If no,please blame your age! It happens!
Some are in vehicles that look like they are okay
But deep down,the engine is spoilt
They are only afraid of embarrassments at the bus stop
Otherwise they are there spiritually
None,i mean not even one
O f the means of transport have proved safe to me
No,to us
So never lose sight of the bus stop
In the mean time,get your means of transport
Tractor,Tuktuk,whichever!
Your bus must have just delayed
Soon it will show up!
Thank you for reading!!
@Kanindo!