‘Next stop,’ my father said, and stood.
‘Next stop,’ my father said, and stood.
‘Wait for us below.’ I closed my
Book as he moved off between seats
To fetch my brothers, who counted
London cabs from the front window
Of the double-decker. I joined
The quiet queue and, hand on rail,
Pulled off m
Emmanuel Tuyisenge
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