The Old Blind Man And The Road Poem by Tony Adah

In a little village
A concrete bridge the people
Built was the only concrete
On the road
Red earth showed all over the road
With ruts of bicycles, goats, Chickens, dogs, cats and human treads

A harmless hamlet lived
With its toils
Women, men, children, returning
From the farm
Wads of firewood
Tubers of yams
Pods of peanuts
Corms of cocoyams
Adorning their padded heads.

Their feet red like a dance
In the mud
They went on
To and fro their farms
Government was far
No influential man to speak for them

An old blind Man muttered when the Talk of the road came to the fore;
Are they building other roads?
Yes a young man answered.
Never mind children

Government will build your road
When all other roads are built
Said the old blind man
And today the road
Is a macamadized thoroughfare.