Julius Chingono, Zimbabwean poet, 1996

Presidential Motorcade

Masi, Jamu and I

wave our hands to the President.

The windows of his limo

are tinted

and are always closed.

The motorcade travels fast

but Masi and Jamu say

the President waves back.

We wave our hands

every time the motorcade passes

in the hope it will stop

to drop a coin.

But we hear

the chauffeur does not know

the ‘Give-way’ sign

nor the ‘Stop’ sign.

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