In A Taxi Poem by Yohanes Jemaneh

I sat beside someone in a taxi. As usual, the passengers reflects unpleasant face that show their lives. Most of them have a beautiful face but painful view because they are from Ethiopia, the blessed land, the land that allows everyone to observe heaven and hell in life. Beauty pain! For the reason that I sat with them, am I a hand some? I don't no the answer but I don't care too!

Anyways, there was a cute girl beside me. She has a bright face and inked rosy lips. While I was not that much interested in such materialist, she was capable of making me sensitive. And she was starring at me deliberately.

Through the journey, the taxi was repeatedly vibrate till the passengers lost their balance. During these all times, the cute one was laying at me. Consciously or unconsciously, her breasts were pressing at my chest. Then she took her seat again. I felt more hot! .....I felt more shot! When the occurrence repeated, I become more interested with it and I near to her.

Yearning a romantic relation is not found easily. It needs to use such uncertain but pleasures happening. I was not that much rigid to this kind of life events but I'm not also in love with it. However the cute one obliged me to follow her motion.

The passengers who sit around don't have a care for us. They have their own life up and downs that made them more sensitive. At the moment, none of them were looking to us. Therefore we were free to have even a hug, kiss, touching and moan. Non of them were listened to us. They tight up with their daily routines.

The taxi, the oldest one, that was unable of going fasten, which was vibrate every moment when it faced a hill road, unexpectedly arrived us to our destiny. Apart from the hot place and joining the cold one has a great pain. And it is the big punish of God to sin. I do not expect her to leave me in such situation; but she did it!

What can I do? It made me pensive, it was my grief, but what has she felt? What she going to think? Would she abnegate me? Or could she accept me? When she leave, I felt more hot! ... I felt more shot!