Along the way from very many goodbyes
I let my heart hang on the driver’s wheels
A tough black man with a heavy voice
Rolling his car like a snowball on a winter’s day
I said a loud whisper
I left too far to end up somewhere I don’t know
With people I don’t know
Panic spills on my eyes
A thousand eyes stare
Maybe they see me different
An afraid black boy with a strange accent
I guess they too found hurt in what I whispered
The car broke down and my heart breaks too
Along the dusty road leading to Dakar
Passengers abruptly squeezed out of the car
Like droplets of rains from the heavy clouds
Smoke alarms and birthed chaos
On a lonely highway, then an ambulance passed
God pitied our waiting and sends down his magic
The car started again
Smiles renewed on tired faces
And the journey continues.
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