HUSTLER MUSIC
“I know
one day one day
e go better e go better for me”
Just like darkness rolls off its mat at
dawn, I don't wait for sunrise before I
rise up from my bed of dead hope like
Jesus after the third day of crucifixion, for
the dead shall rise again in the morning
On hearing the call of the white rooster
Whenever I hear “cock-a-doodle-doo”
I buckle up my tireless tyre-sandals
It's time to leave my shadow behind
to trail through the turbulent terrain
& run past the fastest cheetah, like a
lunatic running after the ashes of a
burnt naira note blown into the Wind
“I know
one day one day
e go better e go better for me”
This song I sing everyday is a hot stone
that keep melting my throat each time
I swallow it as my daily bread without
drinking water. My dreams are metals
like a pedlar, I hawk them from street
to street, till they finally rust on my head
Still, I keep singing this song my father
sang, till his voice becomes hoarse, like
a man, strangled by his unfulfilled dreams
This keep me toiling from dawn to dusk
like the wheel of an unrest clock, that
goes round & round like an endless circle
Hoping one day, I would stop dreaming of my
dreams, pointing guns at me to let them live
©® Image credit
Jamiu Ahmed
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