Here, with my butt fastened to the seat of discomfort, I curse my country.
  
 Here, while I watch my sleep elope with the whore of endor, riding on the back of the horse of pain, I blame my president.
  
 Here, I sit subbing from the hurt of the mountains, imprinted on my 
body by these little night monsters, when they mounted on board for 
their blood feast, I reject this administration.
 
 I sit awake improvising my own fan with the constant swinging of my palm and a flat matter at hand...
 
 I woke, needing a change of clothing for my bed, for I had unconsciously drowned the first in the pool of my own sweat..
 
 I woke so early wishing it was already late, for not only that my sleep
 had eloped, but I could no longer sanely lay back, to embark on another
 voyage... Alas! My night was just half way through.
 
 As mine 
eyes had divorced her beloved husband, mr sleep, I traveled online to 
check the sales of my products, but just when I was about driving 
around, I was cut short, my battery was too low for radio use.
 
 
The blinking of my dying phone continued while I resorted to baring my 
resentment through my pen, I could hear my brother giving himself 
frequent palm slaps, I smiled for I knew the monsters were at work on 
him.
 
 "This is arrant nonsense, what kind of a country is this? 
No fuel!, no light!" were his sudden remarks. He is not used to passing 
the night without a rotator.
 
 The old lady I bought yam from the
 previous day, made similar remarks, she was like " our country don 
spoil finish, I wan travel comot".... I wondered where she would go... I
 felt her distress.
 
 I kept guard by the corner as the little monsters continued whistling to and fro, 
 
 I await dawn
 I await morn
 To end my mourn. 
 
 Suddenly, a little light of hope shown, it had just started raining, 
though not yet of the magnitude to cool the hot temperature, yet the 
noise of the collision with the roof, was hope enough.
 
 And as I rushed out to provide a covering for the jobless generator,
 
 I felt the wind
 I felt the rain
 They gave me a touch of life
 And eased a bit of my pain.
 
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