DIALOGUE_POETRY OF CONSCIOUSNESS-'FOR HOW LONG?' BY DEBORAH AND TZEBLON.

DEBORAH:

Lost in thought about life,

I wish I could unravel the mystery of life;

to see the reasons behind the struggles and toiling of humans,

not because we are poor but to attain our desires.

This life is a survival of the fittest,

how long can you endure and persevere

the hardship of struggling?

Many with a future left their home for the street to hustle;

striving hard to make ends meet each having a story to tell, 

not because they wished to but they have a determination to be successful.

So as not to be a burden to anyone,

and not to be saying '' baba agbalagba twale", "ko por keh" to their mates.

Yet, they still hope everything will end in joy,

to enjoy the labour of their struggle.

Some born with a silver spoon,

do not know the pain of hardship and poverty.

Living a luxurious life on a platter of Glittering Gold,

not knowing the plight of those on the streets.

Some find it difficult to help and give; saying 'They are lazy', and some do it for their own benefit.

Not remembering that those who don't have today

will have tomorrow surely.

Learn to love just as the brotherhood on the street,

learn to give when others don't have.

We bring nothing into this world and take back nothing,

hustle so as to avoid stories that touches the heart,

we all still hope that we'll enjoy the labour of our struggles at last;

but For How Long?

TZEBLON:

They gave us sixty six causes to smiles– 

admist crowd of sullen reasons,

they don't know our lips has dropped its valour– our myriads of waves furrowed down the cape of desolation/ who the hell smile when Babylon is just a step away.

These feet now know how much of hotness life dispenses with so much benevolence,

 _Twale_ for our deceased backs,

 _one leg up_ for the drips of saline drooling down the abyss of our spine,

 _Waka_, _waka_, _waka !_ for the men behinds the doors of the black horses treading the ribs of our sullen streets....

Count the tomatoes for a thousand Naira,

Should I say "What the hell?"

or "what is this?"

If..

Eventually...

Remember the reasons behind the silence of our struggles,

success does not require a party/ banks don't employ speakers....

DEBORAH ENIOLA

and

OLUMIDE ORIPINYE TZEBLON.