The hostess whose hips disturbed men on a plane

THE DIARY OF A COVID-19 WALKER

Part 142 “The hostess whose hips disturbed men on a plane”

Yesterday, my soul first, woke,

While the body was not yet awake,

My legs hurting,

I dressed with fatigue,

On the news of again, the advent,

Of COVID-19 plague..

Then later, as the sun shone bright,

Along the dying Naalya green valley,

I took to catch up the flight

,

Where I found Mr Wright,

So we sat opposite along the flight..

There was this black cutie,

In nice outfits, or rather in-fits,

Whose curves swayed along the isle.

Every step of her passing, a near pass out,

As she wriggled her way to and fro,

As the plane took off, some men took in..

Like a beauty catwalk spin off..

Often, as she moved by,

Her hips, importing shoulders,

On both sides of the isle..

Was this intended for men?

Or did men stretch by intent?

Herself appearing unbothered..

The black trousers on her, gathered,

Tightly, tightening around her torso,

As most men often bent a little,

To catch up another view in the middle..

Severally, she pulled them up little by little..

One un-gentleman stood a yonder,

To have a bigger follow up view, pew!

Like slaying the queen in the morning dew,

Where bad black, with bad luck,

Leaves you in the dark,

Amidst the dilemma of COVID-19!

Then time for plane bumps came,

And they were really strong,

And people thought about God,

And all had to repent…

As all became silent!

It felt like that moment, time around,

When our village kakwitsi hounds’ tail,

Would no longer wag,

As the 1985 war broke out..

We had no power,

For any blackout ..

Any ways..

Like Kafiti the Village Wag..

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