A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning  went

SATURDAY

S.O.M

Was going to “mile 2” sorry “Obalende”

Tried using the Uber app but “network no Dey”

Picked up my raincoat like “I had to be on my way”

Rushed to the bus stop didn’t want no delay

Got there just in time to meet the last bus 

Entered the bus just to only find six people 

Thinking out loud “bruh why the hurry it’s just us”

He replied “you no see rain Dey fall you wan Dey press pause”

Bus started moving and we had just passed four stops 

Then I heard a loud noise “Praise God”

The lady next to him was in so much shock 

Saying if you steal from God you’ll be dealt with

Flexing every vein like a protruding clit 

Thought that was all till we had more on the bus

Said we all had this infection inside us 

Like the drugs are genuine he swore to God

Mumming “we can’t even see his condition”

Saying he’s leg aches from his talking position 

The woman behind him whispered” nah your only option” 

Few minutes after two girls said “pilot e Dey”

A man shouted at the back saying “where my change nah which way”. 

“Give my change before I loose my temper”

“Calm down oga” the drivers voice got softer

Passing the man his change with a little laughter 

Like so much happened in this bus didn’t it