(From Kubwa to Ri­gasa)

Trav­el­ling by Rail

Sunday Trust - - ARTS & IDEAS - By Ikeogu Oke (Oke is the 2017 win­ner of the Nige­ria Prize for Lit­er­a­ture for The Here­siad)

At the train sta­tion there was no light; So the elec­tronic no­tice board could not dis­play, Though flanked by Amaechi’s And Bello’s por­traits. The Pres­i­dent’s eyes Were bland, his mien a com­i­cal half­frown Strain­ing a re­luc­tant smile from a taut Coun­te­nance; the Min­is­ters’ eyes stared down Into the hot wait­ing lounge of a sta­tion With new but dry taps and new, par­tially broken Chairs, and a rusty, idle scaf­fold­ing raised Roofwards and stood by the far wall. But the train ride was cool and comfy, And there was light at the sta­tion when we ar­rived. Buhari’s and

Ikeogu Oke

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