This bench of mine is a little far,
Thick fog & the rain keep blinding my eye
Yet, I’ve embarked upon a task –
Observation of that guy…
Walking, in a misty weather
I noticed him take…
Two steps forward, one step back.
He keeps walking though…
Slow, slow, slow…, but steady…
He keeps on… walking…
Oya! Oya! Honestly,
Someone, shoot a film about him –
Series called “Unhappy Feet.”
Same old picture, every day,
Rain drops falling on his head
Every day, the same old way…
This must be the pace of a snail!
He is rude. Never does he say “hello”
He stepped on my toe a few weeks ago!
Yes, I step on his toes – time after time,
But… my feet are smaller than his –
I’m a lady. He’s a man…
He’s a walking man, actually
While I am a seating lady…
Wasting my time watching him.
Yes, he might have covered but a little ground,
But I’ve just been seating here. I have covered none!
Within his slow walk I have parked my nose
Focused on his journey rather than my own…
Oya! Oya! Oya, me!
Watch no more…
Girl, move! Move! Quick!
Meaning of “OYA!” – “Hurry up!” (Nigerian)