Song Of Eventide Poem by Akinmuleya Alfred

SONG OF EVENTIDE

On a busy Lagos' day
His mind sprouted a new sourness and melted
Having been accosted by cold moue and scalding smile
Noises and headachy yells
Traffic jam that seems endless,
Brawls of thieve chasers
And various rowdy exaction of jungle justiciars.
Three times he did met proliferated smelling bodies
On the road.
Under his watch,
Speedy trucks and trails landed on younger vehicles
Consigning lives to their grave precociously.
The loaves he legally copped
For the awaiting mouths at his rented domicile
Was nabbed desperately by forlorn 'okada-rider'
Who thought it to be a 'Ghana must go' of paper.
The shouts of ajibole! Stopped him from passing his customary shortcut'.
'Where is your particular officers' prevented him from taking a faster taxicab
As their Victim struggled to find common denomination.
He walked down the road to fight for a taut space
In the speeding 'molue'.
The shout of 'hold your change, hold your change oo'
Deprived him of joining the earlier buses.
Countless time he did troubleshooted conflicts between passengers
And their harum-scarum conductor
Paying for the adamantean passengers
Who came on board cashless.
And finally as he peregrinated his way home,
The cost of pepper and tomatoes
Would not allow him to visit the local market.
Getting home,
The fan stood sedentarily
The television was blind and dumb.
The regular power suppliers
Did gave them ASUU holiday.
The queue at the petrol stations
Would not allow him
To trouble his senescent i pass my neighbor.
He calmed his nerve on his dunlop furniture
After being served with a spoonful 'concoction rice'
But when sleep refuse to defeat him,
He yawned and sing the eventide song
'E no eazy ooo...'


AKINMULEYA.A. ALFRED
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