SPEAKING SHONA ENGLISH extract Candle light thoughts

Then I had to change my English into my mothers’ tongue. So I was sitting watching the sky. The car was walking too much. It was like the sky was running away like this. The driver was just looking in the front. I was misunderstanding what was happening. People in the bus were holding their intestines in their hands. The bus driver was running too fast, the people were crying for him to drop the speed. The guy who was on my side screamed and said now we are dead. The lady on the other chair shouted – he is full of water in the head, him the driver. So much noise filled the bus. People were grinding that death had arrived. Someone cried out – my mother heart. My father lion I am dying me myself. The laughing matter was that the driver never cared about the cries. It was like he had the heart of satan. I was suspicious the driver was finished with drugs. I got to a point I was finished with what to do. I didn’t know what to touch. The operator cared less what we were thinking. He forgot the saying, running is not arriving.