- man-fleeing


Poverty came knocking, it stared us in our face and whispered to us things we didn’t understand. we thought it was hungry  and homeless so we let it in.
it dealt with us, made us walk miles in search of work

it exchanged the peacefulness of our home into a place filled with tears and regrets.

it made us have to keep watch several nights under our thatched room, because our roof dripped from all angles.
it was always the first to wake up and set a dinning filled with empty plates

(it stole our meals)

it smile and celebrated when papa finally asked us to drop out of school because there was no fee.

it became mamas escort, seizing all opportunities to make her mates laugh at her.

but one day…

after papa held a secret meeting

obviously the menace wasn’t aware

maybe it went on a stroll, i cant remember

papa told us to be strong and keep on trying, he gave us a watch word “HARDWORK”

The thing poverty came back, (late of course)

but this time we confused it, we prevented it from all angles with the watchword

we proved to it we were true blacks,

not just blacks but black NIGERIANS

the menace couldn’t live anymore

it had no room, our room was repaired

it had no companion, we all went to school

mama went to the market and papa went to farm

poverty got poor

poverty got bored

and one day we discovered poverty had taken to its heels.


One comment on “THE WATCH WORD

  1. Vexien

    This is very well written and it made me laugh, most importantly, it inspired me. How many of Nigerians out there have given up their hard-work just cos poverty keeps lurking around the corner and refuses to go. I’d like to read more pieces from you.

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