Tuesday, June 22, 2010


Today I saw a man
Standing at the bus top
He approached the matatu
The conductor of the matatu stopped him
There was an exchange of words
Then his expression changed.
The conductor pushed him
He did not hit back neither did he grumble
His expression said it all.
I began to wonder
Why are we so cruel to each other?
Why do we treat people so badly?
Is it in us to be evil, underestimate and disrespect?
Or are these things we learn over time.
I think sometimes we do things without thinking or caring.
I am not perfect
You are not perfect
We are not perfect
A little love and compassion
Can go a long way
Back to the beginning
If the matatu conductor had acted differently
Maybe he would have put a smile on the strange man’s face.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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