James Lisandro Jr.
Blaring horns go sonorous
Overriding the cries of mourning engines
We are frustrated at this snail-like pace
It’s trying my last input of patience
It’s killing the adrenaline of my sporty car!
I look around and we are upset on all four lanes
The sun is spitting red heat
The traffic guy keeps adjusting his cap
Throats are crying for a mild chill
Many would spend a fortune to have a lemonade shake!
Yet, my cell phone complains of a busy network
I gaze at my dashboard and one hour is gone
One more hour, and I’m out of fuel
The luxury in my loafing SUV,
The comfort of its’ breathing air-conditioner
Soon ends—if I spend twenty more minutes here
Many folks are still fuming with madness
I hear a deafening bump from behind me—but, its another car!
Smashed lamps, burrowed bumpers & a bonnet looking into the sky
One overheats more than the other, with engine whistling out steamed heat…
Gosh! The killer traffic is here again!
James Lisandro Jr. describes himself as a no-nonsense transformational writer who hails from the deep west of Nigeria. His current whereabouts range from the Caribbean to the Desert. James wants to see a better Nigeria and to this, he is committed.
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