Wheels on the Bus
It’s 8AM, I try to go back to sleep,
But all I hear is the constant *beep, Beep, BEEP*
I slowly creep out of my bottom bunk bed,
Eyes barely open, trying not to hit my head.
I swiftly scurry to the bottom floor,
And roll open the big sliding glass door.
I groggily ask, “Are the Kenyans here?”
Someone quickly replies, “No, they’re not even near.”
I wait patiently for Patrick to bring out the food,
Bread again? *Ugh* I’m SO not in the mood.
They said they’d be here some time ago,
But it’s Africa time, so we never really know....