The dusty days of cricket in kenya

(or How We Survived 600 Kids)

We set out early, fresh-faced and bright,
Cricket and health tips? Yeah, this’ll be light.
Three schools, 1,000 kids in our sight,
Just eight of us? This will be alright.

First school’s a breeze, we’re feeling grand,
Dust swirls around, but we’ve got a plan.
Second school hits, and things get wild,
With dust so thick, we turned sunset-styled.

By the third, there’s 600 kids in a pack,
We’re orange, delirious, but can’t turn back.
They’re pulling our hair—chaos galore,
Is this cricket or a mini-war?

Delirium strikes, as the sun starts to fall,
Somehow, we survived it all.
But wait! What’s that? The girls in the lift,
Trapped, while we laughed till we split.

Tusker in hand, Maneater on blast,
Finally, we relaxed at last.
Here’s to the chaos, the dust, and the fun
Belly laughs, sunset, and cricket runs!