HOPE

"Life no easy" he said

Smiling as he puts on his shade

His sandals truly worn out from long trekking

And his arm pit stinks from heavy sweating

He had no transport to cover his distance

He would have begged but he is already perceived a nuisance

The little boy stares at him waiting for his ten naira for the pure water

He dips his hand in his shirt pocket and hands him twenty naira

The smell of roasted plantain and smoked fish hits him as he gets up to continue his journey 

He ignored it and walked faster before it would be needed by his tummy 

He has set out that morning like every man to look for daily bread

But no bakery has considered him a worthy head

Now hopeless, cause his rent is long due

And to avoid being harassed by his landlord, he avoids the morning toilet queue

Passing by a church building

He wonders if there ever was a God living

Its already evening 

And he is yet to have his meal for the morning

His trousers' all dusty

And a big patch of sweat rested on his shirt from his armpit

He walks slowly to his sleeping place

This has been his new routine everyday

But he is hopeful of his bread someday 

Cause for every pain there is a gain