All through the day, air was very dry
I waddled through the scotching sun
My aching limbs became cranky
With this stress, this time I’m done
.
The day waned into the dark night
My eyes ceded to heavy slumber
I surrendered like a chickened knight
My eyelids couldn’t persevere any longer
.
Yet in the recess of my mind I laid awake
Ninety nine dreams still there to bring alive
I sprung to my feet like a Zulu at his wake
Sleep is probably for the dead yet I live
.
By Johnson Okunade
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