It’s not the end

When your bus finally arrives

And you are no longer at the bus stop

When those ‘ I’m happy for you texts’ you kept saying to others,

are now coming to you.

When we will be celebrating your victories.

And are grateful that you kept waiting,

Even when tears welled up, as you saw your peers leave you behind,

Every time you thought it was late for you,

Every time they sped past you as though you were standing still,

Even in the future when it might hit hardest.

Let this be your assurance

Like a ship that will always dock,

Anchor yourself, it’s not the end.

Storiesitell. Nyambura Ndungu

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