I met someone
from the country
inconspicous to all and sundry
something in common
on an ordinary day
A long stretch of expressway
maybe play
traffic jam
stationary cell
sweat tension and a taste of hell
A wish for death and resolution
frightening situation
this road passed many times before
so boredom bore my weight at the
door of the vehicle
speed safely carry me to my state of origin
The diversion from the route
into this place of our history
glimpses of poverty
and insignificance
what to cheer for
in any instance
and minds moving in a charm
occupants in the vehicle of life
days and years of occurence
like eyes that slept
and awoke in the same commuter bus
with scenes to stare and mope
and learn again the rudiments of travelling
pleasure
consequently
and interesting view
old bridge
murky water and a canoe
the river
gave a cry of time
gone by
and legends of Aruhan and Esegbe
Obas and monsters
who fought with trees
ate the clouds
and claimed their age
in that one frame of motion
I saw that canoe
and the rural contention
strangely though
there was hope in this
canoe and the river
by the road
and I wished that canoe,
man,river,journey
through the faces
and legends
remain
in this kingdom we call our own
A journey from the city through the rural area...I reflect on ancient legends
and how time has passed...someone else is in the bus from my part of the country
