This Is What You Do Poem by Haruna Garba

Takes time to find it out
from one who is in dire spot
and tries to lie his head off.
You catch him in the first lie
and yet in lots of posterior ones.
But then put yourself in his place
for true justice to be done.

Each road bends here and there
keeping clear of unnecessary hills,
mountains, gullies and rocks
to finally run straight town-wise

Should folk in entirety plead not guilty,
all judges will be out of job
having their detergents neutralized.
Declaring guilt, a doubtful stuff-
its mutterer a real, real, real freak.

For you to adjudicate well,
this is what you do:
put yourself in others' stead
to rediscover the conceit in you.


The impatience about which you scoff,
makes you the egocentric that you are.
The meanness about which you flaunt,
makes you the egoistic that you are.
The pomposity at which you sneer,
makes you the egotistic that you are.
The ruthlessness at which you jeer,
makes you the inconsiderate that you are.
The beggary about which