The road is free at night
So free unlike those free browsing with heavy traffic.
Free from fast and furious road users.
But not free
From attractive distractions
And distractive attractions.
It’s free from those excellent extorters
Who now sits with green bottles by the road side
Distractingly dividing dough disgracefully.
The drivers are taking their last drops
With heavy eyelids
And weak hands controlled by the steering.
The air is pure
The atmosphere is tempting
And lovers are strolling to the moon for
But now my bed beckons me for a ride
A restful journey I won’t mind
For home is where you lay your hat.
(c) Jerome Okeme