These Sandy Roads Poem by Haruna Garba

These roads are all the same
My own portion of the clime
Each is utterly like a beach path
And I on two wheels must check my skid And I on two wheels must check my skids
Each time the wheels abruptly stray
Quite often I get stuck
In quagmire or in sand
And I have to gather leaves
To provide teeth-like grip
Those who secure their positions
Find tarmac tarred road Find tarmac tarred roads
With beautiful meanders all way
And display feats of gliding and gyrate
And still come to drive straight
All by will