A Boy On A Bicycle Luggage Carrier Poem by Job Ombati

The boy sat
on his father's bicycle rack,
pride splashed on his face.
He held on tight-
drawing security
from his father's jacket.

Did he mind the bumpy ride
and the squeaky chain link?
No!
What about the huge monsters
rushing past
and in the opposite direction?
Nope!
What about the chilling Molo cold?
Not at all!
Was he scared?
By no means!

With dad,
dangers didn't exist.
He didn't mind
the powerful gusts of air,
from the roaring road beasts,
that threatened to topple them?
It was a rare thrill!

School was nearer
than he wished!

[Friday 9, May 2025: 8: 52 am - Molo]