I Never Knew Whether Lost Things Could Be Found Poem by Monyping Marial Buot

On the fifth of October,
Wednesday morning,
When i was travelling home from School
By a public transport
With my beloved friend.

Carrying all my documents
Like somebody who had gone to look for a job opportunity inthe ministry,
All our original certificates
And report cards.
I put them infront of Taxi as if it's my owned
I was inside innocently with my friend like a new born baby
We were travelling happily.

As soon had we reached the bus stop
When we left the car
leaving all the documents there.
I never know whether our documents where inside the Taxi.
We left happily focusing on the next trip to our final destination Jebel,
Who knows, do anybody know what we did?
I thought that the things were with him when he thought like that too...
I with my friend left the Taxi to leave
When none of us knows it
Even it number plate,
Even the bus itself,
We guess afterward that it was a white Taxi
Do i know whether there is a white, red or blue Taxi?

After i thought of how we left the document
I turned into Tears
Do i even know whether there is a plural of tear?
How careless had i been
I was useless
Very Very useless
And nobody was to be blame
Only me.

Two days standing at the round about in Gudele main street and later to Custom
To see whether i could know the car or the driver.

I never know the taxi i was travelling with
I could only remember the colour of the car and the seats
And it was hard to detect it from thousands Taxis in Juba City.

From that day,
I became famous
In the whole of Juba city
I was seen by everybody
At the gate of Custom
And on roundabout.

Some thought of madness
While others thought of pick pocketing
While others thought of Connerism,
But
Does that matter to me?
It doesn't
Just i was to see the Taxi that has taken my
Blue
White
Yellow And
Greenish Papers.

I gave up
In three sleepless nights
I never felt like human
I was useless

On Friday afternoon
I saw the car
It was like that Taxi
But was i sure of it?
No,
I wasn't.
I was trying to ask driver
Whether he had comes across such papers.

'Are you the owner of the documents that i had found here last Wednesday? ' He asked.
I felt cool
My feet were shivering with feaR
I didn't know why?
I turned into tear(s) again
I was so happy
I never know whether lost things could be found.