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He tugged at my arm, I looked at him. He was unruly and dirty, I smirked in hatred, Pulled my arm away from him, I was in a rush, I was well dressed, With no time to spare the begging brat. I crossed the road, jumping in time away from an over speeding car, And then I heard a loud bang, A sound that will forever torment me. I turned, only to see the road splattered with a hue of red. Then it all dawned on me, he did not need my money, He only needed me to cross the busy road which I failed at. Too late, he is gone. Here is the innocent driver being arrested, I looked at myself, the guilty one. A murderer dressed in suit. Owolawi Miracle is a Nigerian writer, currently studying Human Nutrition and Dietetics in University of Ibadan. Ibadan His passion for humanity and a better world is reflected in his writings.
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Oluwatimilehin
5/3/2018 05:04:54 pm
A closer read and not mere glance of this piece teaches a moral value tagged Patience. The description of events places One in the shoes of the person depicted in the poem. It's surprising how I ended up saying 'Oh my!' pitifully after reading. Leave a Reply. |
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