‘Howu!’ It said to the cobbler
‘Beaten and sapped out of strength. Take pity.’
‘Once upon a time’, it began a story.
‘A shiny piece of leather was hard soled,
gallantly priced, and smiling invisibly
on the shelf of Kingsway store.
We were legions, for we were many.
Rooted in resemblance but different in lengths.
They passed me by for a while, until he fell in love.
He wore embroidered clothes and a stinky ‘white’ shoe
Took me home and made me favourite.
Foolish me! I should have known the cycle.
The chef, his son, and the pilfering neighbour.
Worthlessly auctioned at the Jankara market,
Here I am at your cobblership’s mercy.’
He looked with pity at the piece of hide,
but mercilessly, for naira’s sake, tacked in the points.
‘Ouch’, the shoe shrieked.