ROADS

Life is full of roads we travel on.
Some we try to forget and
some we wish we never passed.

But there's one road I don't regret passing,
it's the road where I was born black.

Ooo how proud I am to be in that road.

Copyright © 2003 Blessing Agbomi Agwu-Garain

JOBLESS

Jobless is like a pile of frustration.
Humans struggling for the best in our nation.
Lots of efforts are being made to have a good education.
Dreams are being stolen by jobless
Hungrily waiting around the corner without any one's realisation.

Plans have been made for the future
But there's a hindrance like jobless,
a name that everybody despises.

Employers choosing their choice of applicants.
Ignoring the qualifications of the right applicant.
This world is so corrupt
That the jobless are disturbed

Jobless is a thief
But one day we'll have a deal.

Copyright © 2003 Blessing Agbomi Agwu-Garain

THE VILLAGE

The village has smoky clouds with tattered environments.
The salty smells of mud buildings, barns.
Disturbing cries from
animals at the same time into the evening blanket of darkening sky.

Grandma's spoon stirring the sweet soup
with yellow fire sparkling underneath the pot like the yellow sun.
Continuous poundings of the mortar repeating itself in the bambooed kitchen,
puts a person through his paces.

Early morning dew wet the leaves.
Grandpa and grandma taking their tools to various destinations
saying the national anthem as goodmorning to each person that passes by.

Overwhelmingly relatives gather round in circles with a lamp in the middle telling tales from the crypt.
You may hear the usual laughs, shouts, whistles, the odd cry...
It's a quiet, ordinary place with nothing else to see than neighbours, friends and family.
Young girls shaking their heaps to the rhythm of the drums, singing and clapping
Young boys drooling like a hungry dog waiting to have his share of fresh meat

Copyright © 2003 Blessing Agbomi Agwu-Garain

WHY?

Why is life strange and full of questions
Why do I sometimes convince myself that everything is ok while it's not.
Why does my heart bounce when I'm sad.
Why do I feel depressed when everything around me seems ok.
Why do I feel lost when I learned about the truth.

Why do people always complain about the weather even though it's nice.
Why are people never satisfied from the way they're being created.
Why do lovers hate each other when it's over.
Why is the honest suddenly a liar.
Why are doctors proclaimed as killers

Why does the earth look like hell when it's sometimes interesting.
Life is unsatisfactory that people never get enough.
The humans are so inquisitive that they never stop asking questions.
Why do people keep asking when nobody seems to answer.

WHY ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ? !

Copyright © 2003 Blessing Agbomi Agwu-Garain