Once upon a time, I had a job working at an airport in my country and I was working the night shift. It was my first time to work the night shift and I was very amused to find out that I wrote a poem about it. It was a while back, I remember it like yesterday.
My nights were made when a particular guy called Brian who worked with a local NGO that would relocate the Somali refugees in Kenya outside the country in the USA and other countries. On those nights, I would see his handsome figure guiding the people most of whom could neither speak nor understand the English language. He would kindly and patiently speak, guide them and take time explaining to each and every group what was expected of them. I would have loved to get to know him better, but I was way too young to understand anything.
I enjoyed the job since I ran into so many different people from all parts of the world and cultures. These people taught me a lot and to the point where I spoke and learned their ways and how to go about with salutations respectfully. Its surprising how much we can learn in a minute of sitting with a stranger. I had bad days too. A rose also has thorns and I had this to share about it on a bad day;
Hunger and boredom
Just sitting and waiting,
Watching until they all disappear,
All flying away,
Except for the staff that keeps them smiling.
Down deep in my heart,
Disappointent instead of pure pleasure
For my great expectations
have been greatly failed by the so called "Best Team'
As I smile for another day,
I bleed tears for my pay.
Is it about the money?
Or because I thought I finally got the "honey"?
My desk I fill with books and journals
All about our loving God,
But I feel I must relax,
for my tense head s aching.
Hopes diminished,
Hopes diminished,
But the Joy I am, I keep on going
Watching and waiting
Hoping until...
For my heart wants; never to give up.
