Posted by SANMI OWOEYE on
Boss of the bus
Clinging unto moving buses for survival
Skin pitted like an orange
Riddled with eczema and scabies
Yet like a dog with rabies he barks
His prickles of perspiration make me prickle with pity
And my skin prickles as
Ranting....raving....
Sounding like a foghorn,he demands for my fare
And fearing this feral animal with fetid sweat might bite, i pay
And for Heaven to conduct the affairs of this conductor's life I pray
This sapling
Waif-like
Like other waifs and strays without a wafer to bite
Yet fresh as a daisy but wild
Schooled by roadhogs in moments of raodrages
Yowling..Howling...Scowling....Growling....
As he sallies forth under torrential rain and torrid sun
For a dough of daily bread
This fountain of vulgarities built by an uncaring society
Yet a a woe to society making many a face go woebegone
The sickening sight of his coarse skin
And the roaring of his hoarse voice take me back to their coaxing
Their hoaxing
Political axes the hoaxers had to grind
Promises of Neverneverland
Where Naija's children would never know poverty
My mind wanders
I wonder
"Is this the Neverneverland they promised our children?"