What were you thinking?
By Meriel Hubbard and Nat Cox
No more pillows or a comfy bed,
Sleep on the floor with only the ground to rest your head,
Drag your aching body from it’s realm of sleep,
It’ll nearly be 7am and time to eat.
Hope for a fry up but this life’s so cruel,
Turns out again its Indian style gruel,
Be quick to decide that it’s so yummy,
As its all there is to fill your tummy.
And you just know that hunger will come quick,
Keep stuffing your face,
But please don’t be sick.
Seriously, what were you thinking?
Time to ditch the summer shorts and pretty dress – resign them to the bin,
Project fashion is all about the “mess” so let me fill you in,
The height of chic for toiling in the summer heat is a dust washed ensemble,
It truly has to be custom made with sweat and dirt never to fade,
Team with a radiant brick dust glow and any chances of lust are certain to grow.
Support this trend and don’t be fazed,
The style improves with the passage of days.
I mean really what were you thinking?
Off to work with a hop and a skip,
Yet unlike at home the jobs aren’t yours to pick,
More bricks, more sand,
Are of the few phrases to understand.
Constantly heaving resources around the place,
To feed the sanitation unit’s face.
Dirt embedded in your skin,
What’s this, am I getting thin?
And yet again you’ll find there’s a queue for the shower bucket,
Just use a wet wipe – oh…how annoying!
Honestly what are you thinking?
Well actually, all I am thinking is,
Construction is fun, out in the sun,
Working all day, that’s just the way,
As Lewis would say ‘we roll’.
Smiles and chants of ‘hello’ and ‘hi’
Makes you truly want to try,
An eternal member of this community,
In a part of India only Raleigh lets you see.
I think I really like it here.