Jesus! I still don’t have a car
It’s been 7 years and 9 months, and still I find myself in this position of penury
Balance at bank – zero, balance in hand – zero, Investments – zero, Boy where’s it all going?
It’s just the beginning of the month and my girlfriend’s already down to her last naira
I pray that God answers quickly, guess I’ll just have to ask nicer
I Feel like I’m walking a tight rope without a circus net, I’m a nervous wreck
But a choice-less me has to keep sweating for this worthless check
In my first year I drove a giant perforator thru my left index
An overzealous and bloody attempt to staple myself to the audit matrix
I’m tired of working this dead-end job just to get by
Tired of waiting earnestly for the 24th from as early as the ninth
Green with envy every time I see a flashy car drive by,
Empty promises and broken dreams, the outstanding highlights of my life
I don’t know, maybe it’s time to hit the ‘greeners’
Time to arrive at the ‘Total’ and open the ‘Shell’
Time to get really ‘Mobil’-e and ride with the ‘Elf’-s
But still I wonder – would that be the answer to my problems?
My kid brother wants to throw the ball but I’m too dejected to play
Even a broken clock is right two times in a day
I can’t get the money, the women, the fortune or the fame
So maybe I’ll just live half my life and throw the rest away.
Do I resort to breaking into your bank accounts and forging your names?
Do I have to end up burning in Hades, scorching in flames?
Do I court eternal torture and pain for the purpose of lifetime bliss?
In my attempted transition from almost worthless to absolutely flashy
My life has been a long, landmark free drive along a dusty road that stretches nowhere except into desert
But I have a one-track mind and am not ready for page 2 of the Kama Sutra just yet.
Smiled so much in the face of adversity that I’m suffering from a near terminal case of perma-grin
Nothing to whet this anger and angst that burns from deep within
Ever away from me, the future continues to float
Stuck to the ground, hanging out to dry in my old clothes
I watch the tail lights go, the drum beats subtly felt
I just moved one step closer to wealth, one step closer to death.
Yes it’s possible to live without it, but after you’ve had wealth, you’ll wonder how you ever managed without it.
Some pray for it while others steal; blessings are not just for the ones who kneel
And as you try to close the gap between expectation and reality
You realize what a waste it all comes to – the less you look, the more you see.
A reflection of the many thoughts and sentiments we have spewed during our working lives to date
Dedicated to all the happy people who have real nice lives – Accentuate the positives
Reference: Uzodinma Nwankwo (D’ Weirdo), 2013