One of the things we writers have to do is inhabit people’s skin and tell their stories.
Or maybe things too.
Today, I am LAGOS TRAFFIC.
I am the culprit.
I am the standstill that makes you sweat miserably
twenty four thousand naira
1 million braids wig.
I am the offender that brings perspiration
As you juggle baskets of tomatoes
And a husky voice says you should forget,
your 20 naira polymer change.
I am the hand that kills you sof’ly sof’ly
You main-island employee,
Till you surrender to Uber-living,
Or finally rent that overpriced house on the island.
I am the kidnapper who steals your children from you,
6am you go, 11pm you come.
20 years later, it is Ekaette they call to walk them down the aisle,
I am the one that makes you pray
‘Red Sea-parting’ prayers
As He did it for Moses,
Because “6am is too early for any human being to wake up”, you say.
And now your boss has had enough.
I am the Deity the Yellow buses worship
TrafficButter, Traffic Radio, Google Maps,
They swoon at my name.
Yesterday, I overhead some of my regulars
Say they are moving to Canada real soon,
You aren’t going anywhere.
Have you forgotten all that we shared?
But, yes, I’ll admit it!!!
I’m sabotaging myself.
I strangle my regulars
I drag them to red-rimmed eyes
And dark eyebags
But you wouldn’t blame me, would you?
He started it…
Photo 1 – @maxdotng on Instagram
Photo 2- @ayowilliamsphotography on Instagram