It’s midnight,
I have crossed
a train track
Into the new year
At Lafenwa-Abeokuta station
Wandered amongst logs of wood
At Mayaks, The Ogun river was brooding
In the dark, An omnibus took me to Agege station
Tail lights, streetlights, full lights, torch lights of Quick Response Squads guided us
The bush parted around a cigarette light one time
Walked a kilometer and half to Isokoko
Where denizens of the midnight wore torn
Dungarees, greyed locks and designer kicks
Where my angel rescued me in army slacks;
His blind horse “2003 Yamaha XJR1300” chomping at the bit flew true
To Oshodi, where pacers have ghoulish faces, a cab picked me up, the driver’s prosthetic leg was laid across the dashboard
Woe onto the child that made his mother cry
Woe onto the child that ran away even from his suicide
Woe betides the child that disobeys his mother
Walked past a teen thief detained by night guards
Remembering violence, my head hit against the wall horizontally, and against the wall vertically
My mother’s cry of why do you want to be a bum so bad?
My brother’s message of don’t do it
The only bridge I scaled was my lips between beer and styrofoam cups
This is only the debris left after a storm
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