The struggle

by suleimanharuna

The struggle

Balende, balende! enter with your ten naira shange o !

And a great push me i push you

A hard earned entrance

And . . . Ouch, you match my leg!

A pulsating leg and a jaded body

I sat down

With my ten naira in fist

owo da wa ju

My eyes settled and behold

Women and children seated

Remembering how I fought

Wondered the magic behind their entrance.

A dreary silenced journey

With the engine of the vibrating volks


Then a familiar road end jam and

on bole

I disembarked with a sigh

A sense of relief and success

And yet unknown, a picked pocket.