Opinion

JUST in a neighborhood

All the people in good mood

I hugged laughter

Trying not to be dissed

A lady who hit the road

The same lady hit the spot

I guessed as she approached

She was my homey

With joy to embrace 

She backed out and left the place

Then l saw a lady like hillbilly

Though she didn’t look silly

But happy she came from her crib

 But she was better than high roller

I determined to say high five

She recoiled and dissed me

The search continued for my homey

As a bees to honey

Butterfly to a nectar

I stopped my mind from going haywire

Just searching, not having a screw loose

But focusing on succeeding

Though not claiming hard as nail

But even with speed of a snail

I was optimistic

Because l had gut to hang out

Waiting patiently

Thinking silently

Just like a gumshoe

Lonely but felt like grubbing a cigarette

Which l was not sure was better than grass

But l remembered, l was a goody two shoes

Thinking about failure ,l went off the deep end

But l couldn’t be glued to one place 

So I continued trudging on

Suddenly ,l shouted out with joy

 Seeing my homey coming

Yes!l met my homey

Because l never lost hope

Don’t lose hope!

Tito Chigor

(Aboribor n’Abor)

A.

-April 07, 2024 @ 09:03 GMT|

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