Matatu girl

Once again am seated next to a stranger,
Am eager to ask for her number,
The conversation is flowing like Adele’s songs,
Her tone caring,confident and loving, Eyes warm, making a man want to make them his home,
Lips glistening like hot honey,
She has that spirit of “let’s just live” in her, I love that,
Her attitude makes me smile with slight joy,
But am ME,
The matatu will stop, I alight, go my own way and her hers,
No number asked or exchanged.

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