By Nehi Igbinijesu
The blare, horns, blare
And the angered, frustrated faces
Listless- Ridden with unwinding care
Useless words and many swear phrases
Cleft and sea befuddling
Bemused at files like ants at a sugarhill
And the peace languidly debased
Both noised and fumed
From an Oshodi-bound driver crazed
Then a creaked shatter
Alone behind her screen
Butted. Fidgety, Robbed
Frighted and saddened
Demeaned silly for driving apiece
By miserable mystery window shoppers
Lurking like vixens on nightly prey
Removed from the troubles
And frills the day with
Comatose this man in saliva
Deep slept from harm’s way
Awakened suddenly
By maddened rancour unleashed
As night quickly hastened
Several blares and smashes
And deep cinched lacerations
More crying from squalor
Than sitting gruesomely
Still wailing and paling
Behind an Oshodi-bound driver crazed
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
