Still Trapped

We got trapped for seven hours We couldn’t un-trap ourselves From the dungeon of the road Couldn’t call or receive calls Was indeed incommunicado Sim card got stuck Would we ever get to our destination? She got fed up, endlessly waiting Luck smiled on me briefly As I got through to my cousin Who told her of my trap My sms met hers on the way She was still very worried Only short of being scared The day crawls by gradually, Hours tickle away slowly Behold! Darkness hovers As it took over the day set aside to unveil The faces behind the phone The day was over. Alayande Stephen T. 2.01am 21st November, 2007 It was written at the Abuja Garage in Iwo Road, Ibadan on my way to her in Ado-Ekiti.