The Train Journey of Joy and Simo


Oh what a joyous day today,

I’m heading to the shops!

My big birthday is coming soon,

I’ll buy nice shoes and tops.


I’ve lost my business through and through,

Today is full of grief.

My livelihood has disappeared,

I am in disbelief.


I’ll take a break from driving now,

And catch the local train.

The town centre will see my face,

My money they will gain!


My last journey to work today,

My train has just arrived.

I’ll go and sit next to this girl,

Who never stops to smile.


I’m gazing through the old windows,

To look at new spring leaves.

I turn to see who’s next to me,

He’s crying as he grieves.


“Excuse me, it’s a tough time now,

I’ll try to hold my tears.

I’ve lost my job and livelihood,

There’s so much pain and fears.”


“I’m sorry to hear such sad news,

I know it’s tough for you.

I know exactly how you feel,

I’ve gone through hard times too.”


“My job was part of my being,

It made me who I am.

I don’t know what the future holds,

I don’t have any plans.”


“Two years ago I lost my job,

My house, and all my things.

Since then I’ve built a livelihood,

Trust God, one day you’ll sing.”


“Thank you for kind and gentle words,

You give lovely advice.

The weather’s beautiful today,

You going somewhere nice?”


“My birthday’s coming very soon,

I’m shopping for the day.

I’ll invite you to my party,

It’s this week Saturday.”


I didn’t know whether to go,

As sadness still ensued.

I did go, and then realised,

My wife, I would pursue.


Two years had passed within their lives,

They gladly tied the knot.

My friends, stay strong, tough times won’t last,

T’s will cross; i’s with dots.

– Elicia Fyle

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6 (NKJV)

Life on a Yellow School Bus

Here, I have written a poem of a young girl who explains her experiences on an American school bus. She’s an immigrant to the US, and describes her interesting observations while travelling to and from school on the yellow bus. Her story may or may not be based on the author’s experiences. Who knows 🙂

Freshman year of High School came,

She climbed on Bus Fourteen.

The sun shined through the stained windows,

She sat on old leather seats.

“The fourteen-year-old on Bus Fourteen!”

She youthfully made the link.

“I’m on an American yellow school bus!”

Her mind would joyfully think.

Her bus journeys were a snapshot,

Of the different people she’d meet.

Most would be loud and proud,

Few would be willing to greet.

A friendly person she met,

Was the bus driver on the wheel.

He’d often grab them food,

And pay for their whole meal.

The loud kids sat at the back,

One threw a shoe at her head.

Apparently accidental,

She questioned the motive instead.

And then there were the unique,

She watched one particular youth.

He’d catch a flying cicada,

And eat it, licking his tooth.

“I’m on an American yellow school bus!”

Her mind would joyfully think.

She became the observant one,

Her eyes would never blink.

By Elicia Fyle

Way, Truth, Life

In life we always seek to find,

A peace that calms our day.

Jesus gives us peace of mind,

He truly is the way.

The way, the truth, the life,

For all of you and I.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,

We thank you all the time!

He calmed the storm in troubled times,

He’ll give you strength like youth.

He’s worshipped with poetic rhymes,

For He indeed is truth.

The way, the truth, the life,

For all of you and I.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,

We thank you all the time!

You and I we’re filled with sin,

But God’s love made things right.

He sent His Son to die for us,

He rose, he gives us life!

The way, the truth, the life,

For all of you and I.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,

We thank you all the time!

– By Elicia Fyle

Grandma’s Cassette


It’s the 2020 COVID-19 pandemic, and I am living with my parents for a while. We decided to organise some boxes of old things and all of a sudden, I found a precious cassette. This cassette belonged to my late grandmother. Upon holding the cassette, I instantly remembered my childhood days, and how my Grandma loved playing the cassette. I reminisced on the beautiful Sierra Leonean Gospel songs that it played. Songs like: Mine, mine, mine, Jesus is mine (or in Krio: Mi own, mi own, mi own, Jesus na mi own). These songs joyfully rushed back into my mind. It also reminded me of the sweetness of my Grandma, and how she was a massive part of my upbringing; from my birth to the age of eleven. This is a poem in memory of my Grandma and her beloved cassette.

I will never ever ever forget,

When Salone culture and I first met.

I was introduced to a music set,

An ancient little thing called Grandma’s Cassette.

I must have been three years old at the time,

When Krio songs echoed wonderful rhymes.

Songs of Praise! So sweet and fine,

The type where you leave all your worries behind.

My sister and I loved this thing,

We’d sit by Grandma and listen to her sing.

The vibrant 90s stereo would ring,

It felt like flying on melodious wings.

This was over twenty years ago,

How I miss my Grandma so.

I found the cassette in a box you know!

I’ll keep it for future generations to show.

Dis na mi fevrit myusik sεt, (This is my favourite music set)

Na mi myusikal padi; mi smɔl smɔl pεt. (It’s my musical friend; my small pet)

Mi a go nεva εva fɔgεt, (I will never, ever, ever forget)

Di byuti of mi Grandma εn di kasεt. (The beauty of my Grandma, and the cassette)

By Elicia Fyle

A Career in Science

He finally saw the light.

After being uncertain of what to do,

His career goal’s in sight.

He envisioned himself in a lab,

Searching for cures left to right.

To help the sick and suffering,

To overcome their plight.

“One day I will help those in need,

Wearing my lab coat that is white!”

By Elicia Fyle

Welcome to my blog!

Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog! My name is Elicia, also known as the Rhyming Scientist.

Thank you so much for coming along on this journey with me. Here, you’ll find that I’ll be posting poems and short summaries based on my interests, which include cancer research, Christianity, and the beauty of Africa. My goal is to promote the sciences through the art of poetry. It’s going to be an awesome experience!