Treasure Island

Toheeb Tiamiyu

(Lagos state, Nigeria)

The Hot Seat


Twas a saturday morning,
The weather was cool
Yet we were sweating,
Our eyes rolling 360
In 360 seconds.
All in, all seated,
Twasn't do or die,
But jamb or be jambed!
The room so quiet
I could hear
The grinding of groundnut
In the man in front's mouth,
With hot 'bolli' beside,
He surely added to our hunger.
Like he could jamb the jamb,
He stared vividly at us,
No chance to giraffe.
Time ticking,
A century questions more,
Restless, screeches
Of buttocks on the chair.
Not do or die,
But wait another year!
Mini-mani-mor in action,
Ten minutes more!
Sweating profusely, pen chewed,
Heartbeat increased!
Two questions left,
Two minutes more!
Suddenly! The answers fly in!
I'm I to start again?

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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