Silently suffering,
When memories gnash its teeth,
I release my bottled worries in droplets
Of tears.
Perhaps, my legs shouldn’t have wandered
Into the abode of the
Incurably depraved.
Perhaps,
I would still have wandered.
Perhaps, if my legs had not wandered
I will not have turned into an
Incurable despondent.
If I knew what I know now,
I would have hearkened to
Iya’s counsel.
Iya asks if the friend whose
birthday party I am going to
Was present on my birthday celebrated
Two weeks before, because she does not
Know his name or the family he is from.
Iya says, sit, let your home be your
Friend,
There is jollofrice at home.
But,
My stomach swallowed her pleas
My legs, against her wishes went
To the party that has made the
Wheelchair my companion
Perhaps,
I would wander
nevermore.
Sitting here,
There is no use of cry
For lacking limbering limbs.
It was a birthday party,
Were lubes, lean and latex
also invited?
I did not turn away,
Instead, I turned in.
Drank ,ate ,inhaled
And clock
Tick,
Tick,
Tock!
Ah! It’s 11pm, Iya will punish me
Worry, fatigue and tired eyes
guide me behind the wheels
I zoom and
BLACK OUT!