Loud and sudden orders,
The instructor is contrasting,
As he is confusing
Almost interfering,
but I am a student.
The precision of a machine,
A test of concentration,
The response of the body,
The thrill of beating gravity,
A meeting of God and man,
A battle of wits and nerves,
On the highway,
The ultimate pass code,
To freedom,
As is known in the west.
The car screeches forward,
The mind works,
Is it a thought or action?
The mind asks.
Sight, touch, sense and feel,
Alert.
The first time I drove a car,
“How old are you?”
The instructor asked?
27, far near 28 I answered.
“And you have never driven a car?”
He asked again with disbelief.
Today I hit an electric pole,
Practicing,
Parallel parking,
Shocked;
immediately I asked to go home,
It was scary.
Failed the parallel parking,
New lessons.
Daily news hound for years,
A man about town,
Attending Events and issues,
daily,
Never drove a vehicle.
Walking offers much more freedom,
No rules,
Just raw street smarts,
And mobility on foot is no problem,
No explanation.
1000 dollars today,
To learn driving a vehicle,
and road rules,
Thank God I can afford it,
No, Thank God for this country.
Kagame.
