A Moving coffin,
Do not plunge us to our death
Human swamped like bees.
Up and down you go,
Tail wiggling like Oregon trail
Lagged to one side like a hen with coccidiosis.
You always try to overtake,
Go between lines,
Break every rule;
Traffic signs like an anathema,
Uniform men do not scare you,
There must always be a way,
You must find one.
It’s a crazy city we live in,
But you have endured
Rain and sunshine
Life has thrown at you;
Like a rock,
You stay wielded to the last end,
Each piece recycled to birth a new one,
Hence, your shining Yellow color
I admire your tenacity,
Your ability to withstand all odd.
Wires entwined like a piece of puzzle
Please take us to our destination
The journey isn’t always an easy ride
But we await on you,
We hope you get us to our sea shores
With your unique color and shape
With your battered and abused body
You still have a way of making a whole for you to move on.
But how did you come about your name?
Who called you DANFO?
About the Author
Oyedeji Ololade Aramide is a graduate of Industrial relations, who loves reading and writing.