He signalled and slowed down, trafficator blinking.
Some things are facile, changing course inclusive.
One gives a space in front, another pulls his car into it.
But with time he realised, that no one was kind enough.
Soon his turning point got close, he shouldn’t pass that point.
He vowed to take a space, by hook and crook.
A feeble man couldn’t survive, in a world full of struggle.
He must prove his strength and their space take by force.
He tried once, twice, thrice, again, again and again.
Behold, every bumper kept kissing another.
“Join from behind,” they screamed
“Maintain your lane, ” went the angry shouts.
Everywhere he tried, was all tight and closed.
He’s nothing but stuck, in between two lanes.
He looked back in shock, endless traffic behind.
His wait long to be, probably into the night.
Angry and fed up, he brought his car to a halt.
Trafficator still blinked, nothing to do but wait.
In anger he did the unexpected and climbed atop his car.
There he stretched out himself , to watch their reaction.
But no one cared, everyone looked, shook head and passed.
From there he watched, hundreds of cars speed by.
Drivers cursed and swore, “Get yourself off the road“
“If you want to kiss the dust, go somewhere else.”
But he was too mad to allow, a word out his lips.
All he needed from fat mouths, was give him the chance needed.
Just a little space, to make his turn in a couple of seconds.
That’s not too much to ask. from fellow motorists.
But minutes got by, precious minutes and nothing happened.
And while he snored atop his car, someone tapped his foot.
Someone kind enough. to help him out of his desperation.
Some who paused the traffic behind, to allow him to take his space.
But he was shocked to realise, that the kind man who helped him out
Was the man he refused a chance in the past into his lane
It was a long time ago, wasn’t expecting to meet him again.
If I have an opportunity to help someone in a desperate situation especially when its giving them a chance or opportunity and I’m in a position to help, I should go ahead and do the needful. One never knows tomorrow and what and who one would meet along the path of life.
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
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