I see hardwork,
In the old woman that sells agbalumo or boli under the sun,
The young boy hawking on the road, running between cars.
He had mastered the art he runs faster than the danfo.
I see hunger,
In the face of the antisocial driver,
He had to pay agberos at every busstop,
What exactly is the money for?
Tax or commission?
I see suffering,
The man that has to cough out money he doesn’t have
To fuel his generator so his business and source of survival
doesn’t collapse but Forward Nigeria statistics says we now enjoy electricity,
How I long for the day ‘Up Nepa’ will become extinct.
The family whose child had to die,
They didn’t have millions to travel abroad even after doing their best.
Bsc. degree holder who rides a motorcycle,
The angered man who rides the tricycle and heard it’s about to be ban.
I see love,
In the lady that drops the naira note in the bowl of the man by the street
Not because she has enough for herself.
I see fear,
At any loud sound, people race!
Boko Haram or bomb is the first guess of the source.
I see disappointment,
The politrickians promises have not still been fulfilled,
But they promised when they came visiting.
I see hope,
In the faces of the masses,
Multitudes trooping en mass to rallying ground under rain or sun
Will the election automatically change everything?
Change begins with you and I!
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
Agbalumo: African star apple
Boli: Roasted plantain
Danfo: Commercial bus
Agbero: Able bodied men at bus stop that enforce dues or levies on commercial bus drivers.
PS: I’m sorry I kept you waiting for this post, I hope you enjoyed it. I will like to know what you see. Thanks for reading and sharing.