My African Experience

Yes, I’m an African, no need to bore you with the details
But when I think of chaos, my lovely country comes to mind.

Imagine this-
43°C hot scorching sun burning and bearing down on your skin,
Leaving you clammy, soaked and almost drowning in your sweat
Car horns blaring your ears to deafness;
Traffic signs and lights broken down completely
With no hope for repairs,
Hence, cars blaring their way through traffic
With one traffic warden directing traffic on a cross-road??
Two or more drivers arguing with one another
Over who is at fault for the accident that just occurred,
With no insurance cover, anything can happen;
While too many public transport bikes popularly called “Okada”
Zoom past traffic so noisily, with some meandering manoeuvres

Public buses crammed with the sweaty and smelly;
Food hawkers calling out for some patronage;
Sirens blaring down the road demanding cars give way-
Sirens of the governor’s entourage not the emergency services;
People crossing roads at different angles and sides
Irrespective of the apparently busy road;
Bus conductors screaming bus stops names,
Shouting on passengersto board or alight,
As well as screaming the bus fare in their ears;
Refuse and dirt lying about here and there;
Electric generators humming outside every house and office
Due to no electric power supply, emitting poisonous gases;
Endless queues of cars and jerrycans at the petrol station
Due to shortage, scarcity and even hoarding of petrol;
Taxi driver and passenger on one corner in a heated argument
Over over-priced fare and non-payment of stipulated fare;
Now, that’s Chaos!

Some towns have achieved a certain 3rd grade sanity,
But others are still victims with no hope in sight.
Chaos!

Nevertheless, I still love my country warts and all
For there’s no place like home sweet home

Copyrights © dreamdesireachieve 2016

6 thoughts on “My African Experience

  1. Purple Butterfly says:

    Reading this post made me feel like I was right there within the chaos. You have such descriptive style of writing. I love it. I visited West Africa (Ghana) a few years ago. Though it was a little chaotic then I expected at first, I wouldn’t trade my trip to Africa for anything in the world. It was an awesome trip and an awesome country.

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