PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL

story of the fates

Today I did it,I rode a motorbike through the busy streets of my hometown today ,I could intercept many clamorous creatures on my way,,whenever  the bike made a move ,my heart moved  there is this one thing that moved my mind no not my brains,sometimes I like helping people but my body size doesn't cooperate
Back to this as I moved  by the outskirts of mwingi town I men this certain  man who had  need of a lift ,when he asked me ,I looked at my fuel ,,it was almost empty,,when I looked at my heart  it was almost full of wellness,he asked me if I know how to drive but the driving I know is to drive people crazy I didn't reply at the moment coz myself am a bigboy and we're never uninformed, I nodded and said yes no,,maybe yes maybe nope,anyway the poem is not about my knowledge of driving but humanity,it took me back in my past experience when I didn't have fare to go home unlike the likes of Ben who loaded the vehicle to get the lifts home,but I innocently entered a vehicle to mwingi without fare,when the conductor asked for fare I told him life is no longer fair you can be fair  or unfair to people but you may just lack fare but if you're fair you can let and give me a fare well for the journey,as I made the first move his hand touched my chest and he said be blessed my son,what be blessed?I thought I deserved the world while I was in the abyss of my mind something happened, something didn't happen,some mechanism stood still, I was in and under sonic speed when my engine stopped, I forgot I didn't tell you that I didn't tell him of the less fuel,I didn't have confidence to tell him since I was like the good Samaritan, but this time my breisterone rose to climax that I did tell him,,in my mind I expected a sorry  word or maybe an encouragement or maybe a God bless you. But what I got I can't say here in other words I was disgramaticalled ,this time round he spoke kamba,which I don't understand  in other word guciukirwa.to be continued,©brassy,,