Seating in the front seat of the bus,
Moving at a high speed towards the capital,
A car of my dreams that I had driven once before,
Races past in the opposite direction.
Adding spice and sauce and salt,
To my bowl of rice and soup and meat,
And stirring and tasting and adding more,
To bring out flavours of times before,
Flavours of wholesome comforting savoury foods.
Playing on swings and merry go rounds,
In swimming pools and on kiddie slides,
Looking for jeans, and fancy sneakers,
For pen-pal friends on social networks, in distant cities,
Playing kites and eating sweets, both chewing gum and lollipops,
And, going to church and praying to God.