WALKING HELPLESSLY

In this land of frustration, deprivation and pain in the heart, it grows like seed yielding no better fruit but fruitless life. It is like a sore that won’t stop making more injuries lingers again and again, as everyday counts itself. 

And as deprivation makes the day and
crown it with more misery, helplessness and loneliness of people will continue to grow in the land of plenty.  

Life is always helpless while its leap and continue to break pieces in the hands of people like the man in the picture walking and wondering with thoughts in his head over what and why this world he lives in always collapse like fallen bricks.

In his heart, many words of deprivation run throw his mind, thinking about what goes wrong in his life. Watching him from distance while I was in the bus, I tried to picture exactly what goes in his mind, walking alone himself. 

Putting myself as him as a man left in the whole of deprivation, question like what is responsible to this leaping life I (he) falls into everyday that counts?  Why am I loneliness walking emptily in a world of plenty that for me (him) is  like collapsed bricks. 

These are the words that run the very head of this man I thoughtfully think about the very day I saw him at breweries one sunny hot afternoon when he walking down the rail road. A rail road constructed by the then colonial master, a link to where workers go to sell their labour in the Brewing factory situated in that area. 

This place also is another terrible environ for deprived people in this land of plenty (Nigeria) where they live like savages, trying to make a living through their petty trading going on in this rejected place he was walking in. One other thing that unveil the ugliness of life of deprived people is that there was a place closed to the rail track. 

I saw little children, some with tattered clothes while others nude running around the adult who were busy hustling that afternoon to feed their stomach before the sun fall to moon. A very good example was some group of boys picking particles of metals on the floor and putting it into a sack beside them, which they will take down to sell in where it will be measure as kilo for exchange to money.

There is other walking alone sitting under the bridge that were of age, begging passer-by for alms. They stayed there all day, having no place to go to because there is nothing like shelter for them. From the look of things I saw that afternoon it confirmed a lot of things, judging from this man who was walking helplessly.