Red scarlet eyes
Nose wet like dog's
Every ready to go
In the heat or cold
He's for all seasons
As vultures searching for prey
Okada rider quests for clients
Just to make quick doles
Quick bargain, fastest routes
Roaring engine, rolling wheels
Zooming Zig-Zag off
Meadering through dangerous course
At neck-breaking speed
Unmindful of dangers around
The afflictions encountered
In the past by fellow riders
Of the same trade are immaterial
Quick trip, fast quid
No time wasting
All caution is thrown away
A pet that will go astray
Does not listen to the master
Gbam! the horse and its rider
Are skidded off the way
Down they go sprawling,
Leg broken, eyes swollen
Bloods paint mother-earth red
Sorrows and tears are left behind
Some with permanent scars
Some lives terminated
Journey ends,
Okada and its rider are forgotten
He's for all seasons! ! Busy on the Nigerian roads. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very wonderfully drafted poem is shared on life and death topic. Wise sharing...10