4 a.m.

I feels like four a.m.
The bus engine rumbling, last minute before the journey kicks off,
The fresh plantain being loaded on to the rooftop carrier,
I'm leaving the village,
I'm leaving home.

It feels like 4 a.m. because my palms are sweaty from the heavy puff jacket I'm wearing, I can't take it off, it gets really cold up here.
My heart is beating fast, I can't wait for lift off, yeah it feels that intense.
Up, up and away, this is it, our moment.