The Maid And The Gardener

In the old rusty matatu they sit

The maid and the gardener

Each in their thoughts lost

The gardener,his ailing mother

The maid, her kids' school cost

They are woken from the reverie 

By the sudden hitting of the bump

That make them accidentally knock

Secs later they feel the pain in the rump.

'You will kill us trying to get off the block'

The gardener yells to the old chap.

'A gardener and a maid need no comfort'

Old Badger retorts,shifting the jammed gear.

In their thoughts they are lost again 

Within no time the old matatu speed gain 

The gardener closes his eyes already tired

Even Though  the days work has not started

After a short time  in a deep slumber he falls

The bed bugs did not permit him sleep

And neither will his boss when he arrives

The loud yells wake him up

This time,it is the maid.

"I swear i saw it!"

She claims,eyes almost out of their socket

"I swear i saw it

It was flying from that bonnet

The cockroach!"

All the passengers break into a laughter.

'Workers from Karen will show us things'

The Old Badger claims in a sneer.

All of them inwardly pray that the journey

Which all must make to their Maker

Will not be  as eventful and as bumpy.

The gardener beseeches the good Lord

(Who has denied him everything good in life):

"Even if you take me,don't allow my trip to

Heaven to be in an old rusty matatu"



Comments

  1. Great play of juxtaposition. I like this poem. The Gardner and the maid as metaphors of the social rot of the capitalist society. Work for the bourgeoisie but think about the most basic human needs. But I like the Gardner's prayer- my life has been rusty why must you take me home in a rusty old van.

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  2. Thanks for the positive insight Senior Poet.

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  3. Legendary. I wish it was longer

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  4. Oooh, how I love this piece of art, the ending is everything. The enjambment eases the fluidity of the thoughts. Good work poet Mike.

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