Tiresome Visit Poem by Abdulaziz Ahmad Abdulaziz Fagge

On a rough road
full of potholes,
in a corrugated
smoke exhaling
bus I was.

Clouds of dust it raised
as it creep on the untarred
rough path they call ‘road’.
A supposed 30mns. trip
consumed twice.

As the bus move with
a chameleonic speed,
it shakes with quakes
That could abort a foetus.

The bus was like a
bouncing tennis ball.
Its body moved sideways
as if ready to befriend the earth.

As I Alighted
from the bus a sigh slipped
from my lips for having a ‘relief, ’
I then trekked beneath the
scorching bare sun.

Like a magnet and a
steel the sand dunes
threaten to steal
my feet.

Dusty, tired
hopeless me
higgledy-piggledy
like a survivour
of a bomb blast.

On my arrival
She splashed a smile
On me, with her toothless
mouth agape. Like a freed
prisoner my worries soon
escaped
30/11/2006 8: 57pm