The bitumenized death traps looks dazzling, lumpy
Glorified with potholes. The cheerful afternoon stinging so hard
Zoom! Cars and Jalopies furiously navigated the turbulent road of risks
Wheels like birds are forgetful of danger
Sand-filled drums creating a firing squad scene
Made wheels screech. Halt!
Queue. Queuing vehicles awaiting a bulky sapien
A bulky sapien in green
His palm - Violently black - as black as charcoal
Judgement time. My turn arrived. He knocked
Oga Soja! I hailed "sion sir" I saluted
Heavy breathing. Drenched in pressure
He scanned my boiling engine and I was getting bored
Luckily I heard a music "greeeeeeeeen" "greeeeeeeeen"
Oh! It was my telephone
He suddenly knitted his brows
But I expected him to dance
"Get down." "I say get down"
"But Oga Sir, I no do anything"
"Na me you dey follow talk?" "I say get down"
"Frog Jump" "Up and down" He commanded
Teacher Jamiu instantly came to my mind
Was this his replica? They both wouldn't care if the sun had brought golden globe towards us
Or if heavy brown fogs were still taking breakfast on nearby trees
Oga Soja has asked me to hop like a frog
And be clumsy like a Monkey
But I don't even know my offence(s)
"Whack" - To God I don't know what hit me
But I immediately began to hop around.
The feeling was neither celestial nor terrestrial.