My friend is my foe.
I make a mental note to raise my hands whenever he calls.
I know not what he wants,
still, I take precaution
because he is laden with loaded shells.
"Please, don't shoot!"
I plead for my life.
Staring at the tip of a barrel,
breaking into seething perspiration,
I pawn my belongings -
I want to stay alive.
"Take whatever you want!"
all my cash.
But please, leave my soul"
He giggles at my dread,
and cackles mockingly at my soiled pants.
"Oga, you too dey fear!
You no be man?"
My friend smacks my head and
jabs his gun to my side,
more than twice.
I'm still in pleas for my life.
"I go end you and nothing go happen,"
This is true,
but today cannot be my truth.
My swollen eyes blur my friend to a silhouette,
as he carts away with all I have.
leaving me to die beside my car.
At least, he left me my life.