So what if in the world we live today,
Rags became the new riches?
And wealth was the badge of the poor?
Would you pray to ride a Range Rover?
Or would you hover above speeding vehicles;
On pedestrian bridges,
And seek help from those poorer than you ?
What if grace was grass?
And it felt so much better chewing grass than riding on grace;
Would you take to the green fields and eat your fill?
Or would you work so hard?
Aspiring for this nonsense called ‘greatness’?
What if joy was pain and pain was joy?
And Igbobi was a world where parties and pleasures never ceased;
With free drinks and gorgeous ladies at the bar?
And having your legs hung over your head;
Was the pose that got you accepted into social circles?
And wedding ceremonies were taken over by clamps and scalpels?
Presided over by surgeons and orthopaedists in the operating theatre?
Would you want to be here?
So what if life was death and death was life?
And the abyss was somewhere beyond the skies?
And its emptiness and eeriness became bliss?
And life transformed into a living hell?
Would you still want to live?
What if good was bad?
And our world spun in opposite direction?
And dusk signaled the dawn of a new day?
And fugly became the new slim and beautiful?
And you had that one chance to become someone else?
Would you still want to be you?
All over again?