PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL

I DO POETRY

I do recite poems that why my mouth looks flexible, sometimes I open my mind for some thought to squeeze themselves in coz empty mind is idle,I am not reciting but I have a story ,,yesterday should be the day of my second encounter with  a girl in a bus,,I am saved ,I don't like talking about these things but I think am thinking loud,,back to the bus,my eyes were too shy to examine her that I didn't even notice that she was smiling at me,wow,a smile in this season? She said hellooo!but before I could answer   I found that I couldn't utter a word,I tried to gather courage to get a had shake but only a nod could do, am not writing this because I met her but because she gave peace in my heart,am not writing this because she is beautiful no,she is my fellow Kenyan,the Gal was called chebet and am baraka but names are just for identity, she had money that could pay our fare ,I had money that could pay also ,but at first she glanced at me and then at the conductor gave him a 200 Bob and said two,anyway she paid the fare ,not for me but for the blind man who was seated in the front row,I was shocked if such exist, ladies who give who don't blue tick and heartbreak men who they just came their way,,a lady who seems she can be a mother not to me but to the future generation,, I couldn't look at her face because she would pay my fare of which I didn't want coz I had a thousand note which I wanted her to see to prove that at least if my words are deficient action can do best,I removed my  note,my 50 Bob note is all I could see,my mind stood still but my brains were busy trying to figure out the next statement, I didn't want her to see me as a rich guy neither a poor guy but I was under 18 why did I do these things, I could she her smile after I paid the fare maybe I took the burden that she was to pay for me, but she gave me a look and smiled and told me,am avril a charity giver take this five hundred for your torn shoe,,she didn't care my tribe but I also don't care #niGodtu