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A Rainy Night in a Nigerian City
Strange ‘tis,
Walking in the rain
The path to your home
Headlights behind you.
Bent poles, dangling cables–
A myriad of carelessness.
The darkness, the wetness–
You are almost in the ditch.
Wailing hawkers, haggling buyers-
Indifferent to sounds’ enveloping pitch.
On the day’s deathbed, the blackness
Thickens then comes quietness.
What’s left for today is a mess
Dirt: dumped cans, polythene bags, junk
All aspiring to be the foundation
Of our tomorrow's environment.
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http://tots-in-a-manger.blogspot.com/2010/07/rainy-night-in-nigerian-city.html
written Sunday July 3rd, July 2005
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