Lusaka: Everyday memories

A Wednesday in February
"Hot work," I remark.
"Yes," he says, resting his load,
"The bike is buggered."


March 23
Walking to Grippes, I
pass lush fields of maize and grass -
that stink of sewage.

March 24
A fruit vendor's small
girl greets me every morning:
"Hello! How are you?"

March 26
On Munali Road,
singing choirs pass on trucks . . .
followed by a hearse.

March 27
Hard pew, long sermon,
but the singing moves the air,
stirs my sleepy soul.

March 29
Chamba Valley dawn:
Cocks crow, a dove coos, "Get up!
There's work to do!"

-- Bill