WHEN GOING TO MINNA SEEMS GOING TO MILLAN(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

With the 'hoos and the haas'
That eloped from the park,
That made Lagos bid me goodbye,
With her elongated hands and outstretched neck.

The loneliness in OOO route
Is tantamount to that of cemetery,
When passing Ogun, Oyo and Osun seems quiet
And the only voices heard are the lamentations of the wind.

Getting to Illorin
Where vehicles stopped at every five minutes
Just for road checkup
By Police men, soldiers and custom officers.

This journey is not a Virgin,
This journey is not on her period
Going to Minna seems going to Millan,
Where road side snacks are costly than t.fare.

Getting to sokoto route,
You'll be tempted to check your shokoto,
To see if your patience has fallen,
For this journey is for only the brave.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com
+2348180861170
20:04:2017
08:22pm

LONELY ROAD(a poem by Sunsampaul Egwu)

Upon this road,
Noises were lost in mistiness,
The wind screaming amidst dancing trees;
Were journey dined with day and night.

Flash light from running vehicles chanting 'give way, give way,'
Bushes gossiping in a low tune.
A journey that seems unending,
A journey feeding on a lonely road.

Upon this road,
I drew close to Chad,
Even though my face look sad;
I still keep hope alive,
For I've a brighter life.

Even when darkness enveloped the road,
And when heavy wind slapped my face;
I still focused my direction to my destination,
For this lonely road has served me dinner.

©Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Sunsampaul4globe@gmail.com
+2348180861170
20:04:2017
07:53pm