The Virus And Lagos Lockdown

kerefish waka on the roads has dwindled

The kurukere crowd dispersed

The motor parks lack the motor vehicles

Humans confined like people in shackles

Forced to fight in this battle

The markets that used to be crowded

Now deserted or left uncrowded

The schools on forced holiday

No teaching, no child running around in play

The headmasters are not in charge this day

This is the new reality

Humans managing a calamity

With a theory to conform without much questions

The reality cannot be over mentioned

Government will only try to cushion the tension

Humanity has been exposed

Life pursuits is just like a rose

Though beautiful, fascinating, fulfilling; yet can be dumped at a go

No wahala in this decision, no go slow

Forgoing everything we used to struggle for hitherto

Life is making a new sense to humans

The genesis from Wuhan

The new garden of Eden

The forbidden fruit has been eaten

We don’t know how but we know it is written

Now we face the consequence

We are joint in self-defence

That is what can contain the virus

And reduce the loss

We are going to face by force

Obey as the medics have stated

The hygienic steps they have narrated

No face touching, no hand shaking, no gathering

Social distancing is the new terminology

Not even the powerful and wealthiest can disrespect this ideology

It has touched all human-created classes

Nobles and commons, rich and the poor masses

Beautiful and ugly; big and small

Black and white; short and tall

All are liable to fall

They say it is not a death sentence

Contacting it, is at one’s expense

Na only you go lie down in isolation

At the mercy of the medics wey go chook you all the injection

To try bring about a resuscitation

The consequence is not a fable

NTA, AIT, Channels, TVC -  it’s on their stable

We have to fight together to win the war

Brought to us to fight by force

We just have to reduce the loss

Will humanity really learn from this?

Or like they say, will time simply heal

And we forget how we shoved aside life’s pursuit?

When we halted and forgot all we called the truth?

When our only concern was to live; all wearing the same booth?

Kingsley Momoh

March, 2020