STREET WISE
Dark funny corners. A lost
mob of slippery-eyed hustlers. Disorganized street corners, and desperate
bodies wired into comfort with being restless. Endless needs must be met.
Someone must have to loose out on anything dear, or even better everything.
There's no law in this realm, just a vague idea of what that means to those
totally alien to this reality, and very many are. Far too many to tickle your
ribs.
The law here is Intelligence. Acidic
Smartness. A lorry load of Experience. Craftiness, and a Bucket full of Greed
and Patience. You tame what you catch and just hope to hang on to it before
someone else took what belonged to him. Besides you didn't bring anything here,
you come, fix yourself in somewhere or really hope someone will soon give up
and let go. Then you take what belonged to you.
These streets where born before
those wide and multilane highways were carved out. They were born before the
streets of Asokoro, Banana Island and PH City. And there's been a historic
rumor that secret tunnels still connect both. And hands that have shook in
between come blind and deaf. So i guess that's why i call it a rumor. Historic
in the sense that the blind and deaf just keep coming and growing. But I would
rather leave it at that. Last time I slipped through one, it choked too sweetly,
I would fall dead and let things remain things.
You could always bump into a face
and expect either of two things, a Kiss or a Claw. And that's where the wisdom
comes handy, cause you would have to handle it whichever way it dangles. Just
make sure you are wearing a sharpened claw beneath those glossy lips. Then keep
your eyes locked until you can tell what you are about to get. And keep your
bucket of greed and patience. That's what law here looks like. And funny
enough, there are no age brackets here. Quite the funniest form of equality.
Once you step into the cycle, you are deemed liable to face equal stances. A
dog-eat-dog paradise, where a kid could outsmart his dad and patiently expect
the dad to wring the fish bones out of his poor mouth. They do it all for
'love'. Or rather as they say "Love of the Game". When you hear
someone say that age is nothing but number, you are most probably in the
audience of a citizen of this nation. You would surely be glad to keep your
bottle of acidic smartness.
This is where teenagers lecture gray
heads on tact and experience. Ha ha..., even a monkey could imagine...!!! Don't
find it amazing when you see a fifteen years old Kid with beards as hard as
cotton wool run into a video rental and ask for porn. Gosh! They hand over a
collection for him to choose from and stick their palms out for the grid. Who
cares how you jerk it off?
to be
continued ...
Augustus Bills
2012
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