I Left Hurriedly Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

I left the new clothes in my hut,
I wore a tattered jeans and a hat,
My first step almost broke my heart,
The oxen of Joe pulled me in a cart.

I took twelve days towards freedom,
That road itself had pangs of boredom,
I let myself imagine all kinds of stardom,
Then it turned out to be a mere fiefdom.

I wrote back to Joe after a while,
And supposed things weren't volatile,
It was a long sad letter but undocile,
I had missed home so much in my exile.

I left memories hurriedly,
I left the fanfare quietly,
I left everything friendly,
I found some peace finally!