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Beneath the Weary Wheel

WISDOM ERHABOR

In the heart of Nigeria, where buses roam,
I steer through the streets, a driver far from home.
But lately, my friend, my spirit feels frayed,
For the burdens I bear cannot easily fade.

The fuel pump price, it soared to the skies,
From 205 to 620, it now lies.
Oh, how it shackles my meager earnings,
Leaving my dreams and hopes slowly burning.

Passengers board, unaware of my plight,
Their frustration mounting, a brewing fight.
But in this verse, I seek to explain,
To bridge the gap, to ease their disdain.

Dear passengers, I beseech you now,
To understand the struggle etched on my brow.
In these troubled times, we're all bound to suffer,
Yet unity can make our burdens buffer.

The rising costs, beyond my control,
Have taken a toll on my humble role.
The fuel that propels us along the way,
Now demands a price we must all pay.

I, too, feel the pinch, the pain in my chest,
As I face the anguish of being bereft.
But let's not turn anger into a blaze,
Instead, let's find empathy in these trying days.

For when we collide, in fiery dispute,
Remember, my friend, we share the same route.
Our journeys entwined in this vast transit,
Let's foster understanding, bit by bit.

I'm just a driver, a soul on the wheel,
Seeking solace in words, my thoughts to reveal.
So, let patience guide us amidst the rough tide,
And empathy be the beacon by which we abide.

Together, let's weather this tempestuous storm,
With empathy, respect, and compassion in our norm.
For in unity, we'll find a glimmer of peace,
And amidst the chaos, our grievances will cease.

So, dear passengers, I implore you to see,
The struggles I face, the weight upon me.
Let's traverse this journey with hearts intertwined,
And sow seeds of understanding, forever aligned.

In the heart of Nigeria, where buses roam,
Let compassion and reason find their home.
May this verse be a plea, a heartfelt decree,
To bridge the divide and set our spirits free.

WET LOVE

In the realm of passion, where desires ignite,
A tale of love unfolds, in the depths of the night.
With raindrops as witnesses, falling from above,
Let me weave a poem, of a love called "Wet Love."

Like rain on thirsty soil, our souls did meet,
Two hearts entwined, in a dance so sweet.
With each droplet's touch, a shiver and a sigh,
Our bodies embraced, under the moonlit sky.

Wet love, a tempestuous storm of desire,
Igniting flames that burn, higher and higher.
In the downpour of kisses, our senses awaken,
Every touch, a lightning bolt, our bodies shaken.

Each raindrop, a caress, tracing skin so fine,
In this wet symphony, our love intertwines.
As the heavens weep, we surrender to the rain,
Lost in each other, all worries and pain.

The rhythm of our love, like a gentle shower,
A melody of whispers, growing louder and bolder.
In this watery embrace, we find sanctuary,
Bodies drenched in passion, a union extraordinary.

Wet love, a tender deluge that never subsides,
A love that flows and floods, with unwavering tides.
In the grace of the rain, our souls soar above,
Bound by the enchantment of this "Wet Love."