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The Trip

On the road, I rode,
myself and many others,
together we 'save' journeyed.

Different stops same route,
on land but not on foot.

We prayed, each one to his God,
seeking protection from his Lord.

Through cities it travelled,
villages it cut through.
Buses it overtook,
Bushes and scares,
roadblocks of military,
the order they police,
all for safety, safety only Almighty guarantee.

Slowly minutes bore hours,
hours of the day,
on the day the wheels kept spinning.
From dawn to dusk,
the driver's eyes did not dock till dark.

At last! After several stops,
I had my bus stop.
I was submitted at the junction.
Grateful I had no scratch or puncture.


© Chinekwe Wilson