We are in the three unluckiest weeks of the year –
Until August 10th
Which must be why my anxiety skyrocketed
And I only slept for two hours
It’s a long crowded journey home
Three vans, one bike ride
I’m pressed against a window
There are people arguing about luggage.
One woman has her chickens in a plastic bag
I fall asleep to Swahili bickering, poultry clucking, and Kenyan pop on the radio
Just before I’m gone, I think, “you’re budget traveling alone in Africa. You deserve this.”
