I love cars,
I love to
drive them,
To be in
control,
Make them
jump when I press the controls,
Make them
honk and horn for joy,
Service them
as often as I can,
And walk away
when the joy of driving the car is over.
Thus I have
driven many a cars,
And well,
crashed a few too.
The
windscreen is one of a special kind,
With nice and
attractive headlights,
A glistening
and well tuned body structure,
Solid and
well oiled engine,
And with a
lovely, attractive and well rounded trunk to match.
It is simply
a masterpiece.
I have a
lovely dark car of my own,
A true
masterpiece too,
And I love my
car.
But I still
wanted this car too.
I knew I couldn't drive it for as long as I would like,
But I still
wanted to drive it.
I made my
intentions known,
The car didn't mind,
Cos there
seems to be a void I could fill.
But was told
the car had a driver,
And that I
could tag along if that didn't bother me
So I hopped
into the passenger seat
Waiting,
watching and biding my time.
After a long
while of not getting a chance to be at the steering wheels,
I suddenly
found myself at the back seat,
I stayed
there for a while,
Hoping I
could still make it into the driver’s seat, even if for a limited time.
But I had
always lived my life according to simple rules
And one which
states, “Enjoy it, don’t endure it, or else… walk away.”
I was
enjoying the ride no more,
I was
enduring it,
Many a
request I made was turned down,
And since I
was not in control, I couldn't afford to complain too much
So I still
tried to enjoy it.
The back seat
kept getting fuller, more crowded and more uncomfortable,
But the back
seat was never a place meant for me,
I just had to
get out
So I jumped
out of the window,
No good byes,
no reasons, no nothing.
I landed on
my behind.
But I was happy
I got out.
I also missed
the warmth of the car,
I came to
terms with the fact that,
I was
probably being tolerated and not celebrated after all,
Then I
noticed the brake lights were on,
And the
reverse lights came on,
The car crept
back,
Hesitant, but
still crept back,
Didn't ask
why I got out,
And I didn't bother to offer any explanation.
Now I stroll
along the road with the car beside,
Would I get
into the car again?
Well, maybe,
or maybe not,
Or u know, on
the condition that I get the driving seat,
But that
would be selfish
Cos I can’t
drive the car forever,
U know, I
have a car of my own.
So now I
walk,
Even though,
I still would love to drive the car.
by Olulu, (the King not from Zulu).
Brilliant piece - Very creative.
ReplyDeleteDis piece has many meanings. But 4 me, it symbolizes Nigeria & my justified desire 4 self-determination 4 my Biafra.
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