Dismay and Disillusioned

Doors swings, The 'galadima's' walking steps, He possesses, As if he was a gladiator. A poised glance by everyone, He bounces outside as regular, Complain yet to seize a hold On his mouth, The git he saw on the canoe, Re-awaken his reserved anger, Only in his attitude, That anger sleeps and waits awaken. All his explanation to the boat man Fell on deaf ears, A motion to drop his phone, A refusal by him, I guess it ended in sixes and sevens. The turn of the family To have a taste of the awaaken anger, Tro-fro he went with his guy, Finally here he comes, Requested for food, But for him to see what he hardly eats And was tensed up, Vowed to seal the stomach of everyone, The door clapped at it closing. Asked for his money, Just to get a shocker, That his baby has taken it due to reasons, Out he went shouting, Attracting humans and awaken the fast Asleep by his choked voice, His baby trying to calm him down, Just for her to loose her food To the mother earth asthe content Kisses the ground, What a mess. The sitted one arouses, Po-faced at the incident, The poignancy of his action, Stolid in his movement, Refused advice of the sitted, His re-buff character. I suggest he should be a re-clause, A call of jaunt, Calamity at its peak I see, The pernicious influence of friends on him.