LOVE AND LIFE NETWORK

Why are the shutters down? Where has all the laughter gone? Why are the couches empty?  The gods are no longer at ease in each other’s company. What happened to the voices of soulful chatter?  Even while the graves are still empty. Who took the beauty of peaceful silence?  When you became a hunter for my words. Where is the Love in service?  When gods steal what we give freely. Where went the counsel in our communion?  When wisdom is your sole possession. How did hope walk out of sight?  When the bookshelf keeps history of wrong. How did we let one little fox grow an earth?  When we sought the comfort of temporary malice, and safety beneath the carpet for our disagreements.      The feeling of being de-spitefully used kept us at sunset, even when dawn came in all its’ glory. Slowly the burden of resentment crept in, and the flowers of friendship faded in bloom. The arrogance of

I got to the bus stop at my usual time, hoping to beat the morning traffic. My usual five minutes wait for the bus gradually stretched fifteen minutes now going on forty, I was already tired of the wait and standing and I was running late… did I say running late? When I’m still at the bus stop a few minutes to resumption time I’m so late it makes a mockery of my effort of waking up early. As the waiting time increased even so the number of folks waiting on the bus did. Then in the distance one of the Yellow Hunchy is approaching the bus stop, rather than heave a sigh of relief, I’m hoping its empty so we can all get in. the Bus had barely stopped when the struggle to get in started, a struggle that had no regard for gender nor what folks were wearing. From the sight I was better off looking than get in the struggle, and yet not get in the bus. And those bus stop agbero just hop on the bus to collect their #50 without even coordinating the madness, “well that’s Lagos for you” th