But was it a bee?
Or was it Ali?
Who gave that sting - look at it, see!
Caledon, Simos and Peter were there,
Enjoying the sunny, Dushanbe air,
And laughing at my poor bee-stung bum
As it started to go more and more numb
It was the men who shopped up a storm that day
Shopaholic Omar had the most to pay
Dresses and gowns and hats and socks
Nuts and halva and those famous ‘rocks’.
But what would I buy my boyfriend back home?
Would he believe that Tajiki hills I did roam?
If all I brought back were some black cotton socks?
Or stories of bonfires and showers with shocks?
And then I saw it on one of the lines,
Some patterned long pants with black and grey signs,
‘It could look Tajiki!’ I desperately said
Although it’s from India with ‘Boston’ in red.
But time, as usual, was running quite short,
And brave Parvina looked terribly wrought,
Missions accomplished, sock industry shares
Back to camp, to show off our wares.