“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
21st of July, 2006
Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2006
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