Kayode
Wearing tattered trousers
A hoe in his hand
The bright sun playing on his skinny chest
His ebony face glaring in wonderment at the sky
Shouted
Baba! Come and see a bus in the sky
It is flying like a bird!
Hurry and see how it flies!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you. It's a folk song from my country. I think it was the first time Kayode, a boy from a small part of Nigeria (my theory) saw a plane.