Taxi Driver

Taxi driver,
Killing the Naira
Over and over again,
Draining its value with every mistreat,
Crushing it against the Dollar.

Taxi driver,
See your fame rising in time.
From one nook or crevice
To another cranny or rustic niche,
Squirmy screech of your wheels gets louder.

Taxi driver,
Picking and dropping off
From one stop to another,
Endless faces and eyes memorize yours
But you hardly know even one.

Taxi driver,
See how times have flown.
You now see your wrinkles and grey
Caste upon the same old Mirror
That knows you were much younger yesterday.

Taxi driver,
Why not buy a wallet today
And save the life of the Naira?
Don’t just alight gentlemen and ladies on spot,
Also give them minty changes.

Taxi driver,
Don’t just settle for urban crannies,
Let the street lights of civilization
Pour upon your cab at night,
That you may not bother about head lamps.

Taxi driver,
Wait not until your head falls off
Before you know you are ageing.
Stitch now in time and save your morrow’s nine
For even those with white collars retire too.

2 thoughts on “Taxi Driver” by Anyi (@charles)

  1. A word of advice for the Lagos cabby.

    NIce…I like the theme and how it explores it and brings to light the numerous things Taxi drivers ignore why going about their daily business. However, I wish it had a more poignant title. The title ‘Taxi Driver’ happens to have occurred in many other works which don’t speak the same as yours. This poem deserves a better title that gives a snippet of what’s to come.

  2. @Afronuts. Thanks for reading boss. I appreciate. Your advise is so noted….

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