Strange Faces In This Crowded Bus

Who owns These faces I see in this Crowded bus? Our Lagos Squires or slums? Hopeful eyes Squint as smews! Scarfed Capped Bald Bared Heads flow On mobile necks. Yes! Dry joy squats Lifeless On these faces As elephant husks. Arrayed in apparels Shabby as pigs Tho’ some gorgeous Neat as eagles These beings Headed towards Mile Two O, Mile Two Of all places! But where exactly Are we coming from? And where exactly Are we going to?