On a bright Sunday morning, in Addis, A man took a bus to see his niece, The bus went up the main road, Its doors opened and closed. Then came in a woman controller Asking for tickets – a routine order. The man said he had lost his ticket A minute ago it was in his pocket.
The woman said, “Pocket or
wallet, You won’t go out, if you don’t get it.”A lot of argument followed, But
the journey continued, At last the man paid thrice the
price And then walked a long distance.
Thinking that he had learnt a lesson, On which he used every trick to unlearn, He said a bus ticket was very valuable, As rare and as precious as a jewel. What makes a mini-bus different Is that no one cares about a ticket, The money-collector is an arbiter, In charge of everything next to the driver.
The Ethiopian Herald, June 2/2019
BY BERHANU TIBEBU ZEWOLDE
