Girls on wheels

Primary school goers,
Riding on wheels of hope
Loins girded with shield of pangs after being slapped with life’s reality of hopelessness.

Little as they are,
To the beast side of life, they are exposed.
Early they scroll the streets of Iwo road,
Selling. Burning with passion as they roll the wheels with malnourished bare hands
With no feet to soft pedal

Penkele mesi, Penkele mesi.
That was the sound I heard in the corners of my emotional ears being made by the shaft of their wheels.

Tears rolled down my soul
And, for once, I paid obeisance to the Cosmic creator for my cradle telenovelas.

But, a better future they deserve, than exchanging the dejected legs for pale Nairas
That can only satisfy the yearning of the non-surgical moment.

No, they are no beggars.

They became masters with no guidance. Who knows? Maybe their parents where knocked on the head by mundane’ torrent bullet.

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© Adekunle Adewunmi

Published by Adekunle Writes

Adekunle is the author of a poetry collection, 'Arise Nigeria'. A young writer, Adekunle is a correspondent at Church Times Newspaper and Contributing Editor for Interviews at OPEN: Journal of Arts and Letters. He's the recipient of Daily Trust Newspaper's Poet of the week, January 2019. Follow me on Instagram on https://instagram.com/adekunlewrites https://platform.linkedin.com/badges/js/profile.jsAdekunle Adewunmi

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