Two long trucks
Slithered pased each other
And got stucked on the way
At Ofat town
There was no way again
To either calabar or ikom
We too got stucked
And in an attempt to move on
Ofat town received money
For our passage through
Its rustic town where
The sense of community
Was murdered on a Monday.
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