HAWKERS
They’ve chosen to hustle,
they signed a deal not to beg
but to eat from their sweat.
Since they have the ability they’ve vowed not to be a liability and to steal no one’s property,
they thrive amidst harassment.
You see them racing after cars, not for medals but to make ends meet. Come rain come shine, they are always on post.
When the day is bright and even In the night they roam the road on an empty stomach, putting a mask of smile as they shove their goods at you.
They endure your scornful looks, never retaliate your insult,
they always comply when they are chased away.
They’ve been tagged a nuisance though I call them hustlers,
when you drive past them you may only see a bread seller without knowing he is also a breadwinner,.
They’ve been labeled and treated like dirt,
without hesitation you will choose your pet over them. Even oshomole told them to go and die.
They put their lives at risk, they never say never. They have big dreams, instead of sleeping they are awake chasing those dreams, think big start small is their logo.
I know you always see them on Highways, I need no soothsayer to know you’ve never said Hi. You wouldn’t do it even if you were high.
After reading this I hope you give it a try, try to say hi and make them smile you might be the only one that have greeted them for that day

oh,what an emotional piece.God remember them in 2018