The Little Kid
A handsome but tattered looking boy
Light complexioned kid
Innocently looking harmless
“My belle dey cry
Hungry dey kill me o
Make una settle me now
Wuse, one chance, one chance
Driver, wait make dem
Dash me money for food”
Echoed his voice to my ear
I was a morning passenger
In a rush to see a friend
Other passengers laughed it off
The kid is very funny
Morning comic relief they thought.
The little kid,
One out of many
A Non-Nigerian, Chadian origin
Oh! Oh! I see, they all said
But what about Nigerians
Don’t we beg too?
Poverty has only one name
Colour, age, sex, origin
Counts not here,
When it calls,
We answer the register in unison.
For many little kids
And many old ones out there
Time to stop begging beckons.
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