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WHO SHOULD I TELL?

In burning sun,
I oozed out salt water
Like a loaded donkey.

I chased the jalopy car dashing on dusty road,
To the east
To the west
To the north
To the south
At the cardinal point I spotted my shadow
And I was like a mad mind chasing nothing.

I lost in thought,
And suffered pain of thinking right,
Funny me, everything center on "Sabo Lagere".

I stood at the center of the road,
Peeping right and left,
I told the intrinsic nature this story,
My mind is lazy: he punched out,
Aloud it rang,
The chauffer must play it honest,
No there was a battle in there,
He replied, he is a tout
So, honest is far from hell.

This time I looked the sun in the eye,
My mind ravel
Though I managed to narrate my story
But all is zilch and vain.

On the chilling day, I greased my mind
Rushed in Sabo Lagere to peg at Sabo Lagere,
Peeping right and left like an hungry dog,
I told my lazy mind,
The chauffer must be honest,
He caused it, I caused it.
There was a friction in there,
And I stopped.

I have chased my shadow,
Yet Sabo Lagere is no where to be found,
My account has bleeped
And, who am I to tell this suck?
Tell mother, tell father
No, I will be tagged a wise fool.
Tell my follower,
No, they will tagged me Solomon.
Tell Brother Jero
No, he will play the clown.
Tell the professional woman
No, she will discuss me often.
Tell myself
No, I will considered myself Rehoboam.
Then, who should tell?

(c) Iyiola Oluwatosin. D

Lol. Were you duped or something?

Nice poem by the way.

Ayamlaykorn

laykorn:
Lol. Were you duped or something?

Nice poem by the way.



Ayamlaykorn

Something relating to that........

'sabo lagere'.....in ife town ryt

bauer00:
'sabo lagere'.....in ife town ryt

Sure....... u get d setting..