THIS HEADACHE...

THIS HEADACHE SO NICE, NO MORE IN MY HEAD.

Woke up early as usual

Sleep was yet to part way with me

Duty calls so hard, I ignored sleep

Conquered my bodily desire

Sleep got angry n deposited headache

This headache so un-nice and heavy in my head

In the bid to cheaply transport me to duty point

Mingled hastily with those boxlike buses  from Ikeja

Obalende heading,N100- 5 persons on each row

‘beings from all walks of life

The pretty, clean and smartly dressed damsel

Miss Should- have- been- in- a- cab or private car

To the average worker, traders, bla bla bla

This headache so un-nice and heavy in my head

The conductor , Our commandant takes charge

Getting periodical approval from the Sailor (our driver)

Conflict the usual custom of trade, usually between

Commandant-passenger or Passenger-Passenger

Then  the usual custom of trade ensued

As unprecedented noise of English grammar engulfed the air

Of course! Passenger-passenger

Miss should have been in a cab or private car and

Miss trying to be there (hereinafter reffered to as  ‘Ms. S n Ms. T’)

Ms. T “shift, why sit like you are In your parlour”

Ms. S “I can’t, it isn’t comfortable at all”

This headache so un-nice and heavy in my head

Ms. T “if you no gree shift, commot for this bus or enter cab like ur mates”

Ms. S “OMG, Unto what basis was your last statement(3ce)-

what da heck, I should have just taken a cab” (hisses heavily)

Commandant:If you no gree shift go enta N200 bus now, abi na by force

Third parties: It is okay now, Its too early

                          Leave them they are women

                          I’m a military man, I walk both of you down from this bus

                         You cant walk them down, they have their freedom of speech

                         Soldier, u shouldn’t be wrecking more havoc but bring peace

This headache so un-nice and heavy in my head

Amidst all of these, my mouth was going to shout loud

Then stop abruptly and bring the entire voices in the Ship to halt

But in the turbulence, I never succumbed to the desire

Rather, the spirit in me followed the gentle nudge it felt

And silently said a prayer for the Fightee, the Fightor,

Mr. Military, the Commandant, the Sailor and the Mediators

This headache so un-nice and heavy in my head

Unbelievable, the raging storm calmed

Everyone burst out in laughter

Followed by a mature silence to our destination

Cos Mr. Comedian said a funny line- so it seemed

And that was the end of the storm – just like that!!!

The panacea Mr. headache needed,

 Cos he just walked outta my head too

This headache so nice, no more in my head.

As Christians, we should be peacemakers,

 whether on the scene or behind the scene,

Either  Ms. Headache in her head, so un- nice, heavy in her head or Mr. Comedian

Ms. H played her role despite her burden

Mr. Comedian accentuated it and physically manifested

That which had been settled in the spirit

Mrs. H then found that:

This headache so nice, no more in my head.

                                           Tioluwa.