We, the drivers put faith in the roll of our wheels
sometimes our 4WDs breaks down
in front of a fuel station,
and sometimes it doesn’t.
Sometimes, especially on auspicious days as these;
first dates, weddings, pupils’ vacation, anniversaries
the carburettor may inhale hashish
and fuss with disobedience.
As it may, we continue to trail our paths
stretch our convictions
across the roads of possibilities
galloping against ditches, gullies and potholed ambushes.
It may even be, that while it is sunny somewhere
angry clouds gather shades before our vision
rationalising our need to cast off our dresses
and fete the day in the spaces of our homes.
We oughtn’t give in,
when agelong customs,and the fury of clouds fail us
and when the gods of machines breakdown in tears
or hunger for lack of fuel, we must trudge on.
with the fuel in our hearts
and determination in our feet,
dare the rain to fall
and dance with it to the reception hall
where the world, dressed to the nines,
Kaftans.Brocades.Tuxedos.Aso-ebi and Gele
all applauding our victory of aroha.