I am under a footbridgestill hoping I can ride a bus instead of a jeep,I have my handbag on one shoulder,my katcha bag on another shoulder,and cradled in my arms is a brown package.I want to call a Taxi but I shouldn’t,aircon busses were luxuries that became staplesbut recently the busses turned into sardine cans … More To Call You or a Taxi (Poem)