Waxing poetic

Because of a little rain, nowhere to buy credit, uncleared filth in d drain, now water's above heel limit. My cubicle is in the dark, cast in light when lovers flash, Flourecent bulbs yield not a spark: maintenance staff afraid of rainsplash. Notes: When it rains in Lagos, and there is no electricity ath the same time, work grinds to a halt and roadside vendors of mobile airtime are nowhere to be found. The light of the phone lights up the dark room when called just long enough to leave the caller ID (Flash), but no reply call because there is no airtime (credit). The rain keeps the maintenance staff from fixing the faulty generator.

The breath sours for want of release, The tongue with thirty-two bars imprisoned, Intellections remain unvoiced yet reasoned, the expecting ear pines for want of peace. what will bring the smiles again? where's the switch to this unhappy gloom? to end it all in a word there's room to say I'm sorry is worth the pain. Notes When a person keeps quiet and doesn't talk for a long time, his/her breath starts to smell, and the tongue is caged in by your complete set of teeth. He/she thinks yet doesnt talk. And there's someone else feeling the silence. sometimes it's because of anger, pain, offences or harsh words, so saying sorry solves it all. Even if it means letting go of pride for someone else.