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COMPOSED ON A BUS

                                                 

Composed on a bus was written my a friend of mine, I liked it, I hope you enjoy it too. I just entered a bus and sit opposite the conductor To my left is an old man, clinging to a staff-like stick like his life depends on it He is blind. So, his ‘sight’ depends on it. Opposite him and beside the conductor sits a young, ebony skinned girl Clad in a decrepit hijab to cover her face and bosom, underneath, she’s wears an Ankara, sewn to cover all. Her eyes would have been beautiful if the sclera were white. They are red. It gives her a frightening beautiful look. She bends her face to her knees and begins to cry silently She cries because her father will never see her beautiful face She cries because the girl riding shotgun is her age mate, clad in a uniform. Something she has never had.

She cries because she doesn’t want quality education. She just wants an education, any education  She cries because he could not see her tears or happiness She cries because a father leads the children, but, she led her father daily to beg for alms. She cries because the only English words she knows are ‘baba’ and ‘plis’ She cries because last night, only Baba had something to eat.

She cries because she owns just two dresses, the worse for wear. She cries because she is just thirteen years old…A man seated at the extreme left end of our roll yells ‘stop’ and the driver parks the vehicle
  “Deaf us na, because you wan come down” he says and gives a long hiss

She raises her head, wipes her tears and says “Baba wani yana so ya fita” Baba grimaces and adjusts The man alights and the trip continues She rests her head on her knees again and weeps, this time, a little louder She cries because she knows she would cry tomorrow and the day after She cries because hope evades them like a skillful masquerader, dancing

“Halt” I call out. I just got to my bus stop. 

“which one be ‘halt’ again?” the driver says “if you wan say ‘stop’, talk am, nor be all of us go skul” he says but parks the vehicle. I pay my fare and get off the vehicle. Her face is still on her knees. The noise envelopes the sound of her wailing I stand and watch the bus drive off I feel tears gathering in my eyes. I mutter a prayer.

 
I had to look for a really nice photo to describe our popular danfo but we all know it’s not as good looking as this .lol
 

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