I boarded his bus from Accra to Cape Coast.
Of all drivers, he is the kind I love the most.
After taking his fares, he said he had a prayer to say,
So, eighteen of us bowed our heads, for him to pray:
“I pray, heavenly Father, for myself, and for each passenger,
As we embark on such long journey.
Help me do nothing that would our precious lives endanger;
Let me esteem our lives than money.
I am human, therefore come and control the steering wheel
And save us from any danger ahead.
Come, Father, and drive us carefully home when I tired feel
That none ends up in a hospital bed.”
Thus his prayer he ended for ten women and eight men.
So, the rest and I altogether happily responded, “Amen!”
ISAAC ESSOUN
Poet Hope 