Dusty Road Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

Dry, dusty and sandy road
Pretty much like the dreaded deserts
Worsened by the elongated hot weather
The condition loved to be hated
Sweets stream underneath armpit
Clothes wet and smelly
Every step raises dusts
Every dust makes the clothes brown
The brown makes the clothes dirty
It’s been a very long walk on the dusty road
Checking notice boards to scoop vacancies
Those ones that were virtually there
But practically invisible
A long tiring walk for fruition
That fruition you expect from a virtual labour
Virtual labour that means hope
Hope that makes fruition looks easier than true
Dusty road of near hopelessness

OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015