Someone walked
Up to me at the gas station
A perfect looking gentleman
Without blemish-
At least so I thought
Adorn in white pants
A black shirt and a white blazer
And a silver shining black shoes.
Hey! , he called my attention
And I turned up to him
'I am sorry to bother you
I am stranded and I need
Your help financial I mean
To fare my way back to lagos'
So he said.
I looked at him
Pouring all my sympathy
Unknowing he lives
On public payroll.
I perused my wallet
Praying me to be kind
Enough to make him
Reach back his destination.
I know what it takes
To be in lagos from here
And I make my gesture
He bowed to it and moved
To another benefactor
He spoke with him
And he made same gesture
When I conferred with this benefactor
The story was different.
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