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“Wait! Wait!! Wait now Driver !!! Your passengers still dey down Which kain Driver be dis sef? Those ladies never enter abi?” Passengers stood up echoing angrily Some hitting hard at the snail-like Marcoppolo Alas! The man behind the wheel paused. The left passengers rushed in All ranging with anger Alhaja’s fury got to the crescendo She was fell twice before hooking up To the cat-walking moving house. Pacing up and down inside it The man still raining abuses on all we And the one who conducts him joined The Alhajas, they harassed to our chagrin. Unto the ears of the Boss of the Man Behind the wheel she beckons “ He must pay dearly for this” She echoes, trying not to sob. At the very park of the vehicle in Zaria The Alhajis . . . we and others complained That a slow mad man was wheeling our lives We want him no more to wheel our lives There comes the change of the Driver As we all laughed and giggled to Kaduna. Alayande Stephen. T 7.30pm 21st of July, 2006

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