A GIFT FOR THE STREET

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I am a gift
for the tough part of the street.

I am the words
of a beggar,
the pleas on his face.

I am the dirty spills
that lingers in the blouse of a trader

I am the sweat
dangling on an ‘Alabar’s body
on a cold afternoon

I am the future
of unlearned children patting wheels by

I am the tongue
voicing the prophet’s morning call
the sound of his bell.

I am the noise of the market women
the sweet words posing their wares

I am the shield
for homeless boy
standing with a fallen dream

…I am hope
the future of the street

Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau

Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.

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Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau is a poet, photographer and nutritionist. He has won several awards. His first collection of poems, FOR BOYS WHO WENT, was published in 2017.

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2 comments

  1. Didnt get the theme until towards the ending. The early part of the poem didnt quite convey hope to me..I think.

    But thanks for sharing though

    1. Kukogho Iruesiri Samson – Abuja, Nigeria – I am a media professional with experience in multimedia journalism, book publishing, content creation, web management, public relations, media relations, social media management, and client relationship management. My interests include multi-platform content creation and management, media relations, digital and print publishing, and youth-oriented social services. I am open to middle-level positions in organizations that encourage innovation.
      Kukogho Samson says:

      Sometimes, melancholy overlooks hope sir

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