Matiang'i Is My Way Poem by Titto Mutunguti

I saw a flower in a desert
Weary and thirsty,
Depleted by the exam room heat.
What a pity that was.
Only a student knows,
Given a chance,
It would snatch a water drop from humidity.
So I jumped out for a quick sec
And back before the echo
of the roughling paper could break.
I saw it desparately gasping for air.
Oh poor,
There was nothing it could do.
Humbled by the examroom heat.
It suffered gracefully as I
Matiang'id my way around the exam room.