The nature of human beings remains a conundrum or rather a mystification since time immemorial,
Have you ever questioned your inner self why he still believes that his neighbour’s grass is ever greener?
Why up to this moment he craves for the apples of the other side of the wall which seems more attractive and sweeter than your own?
If you haven’t probed him yet, I guess this is the right time to summon him before the sun sinks in the west horizon!

I reside in a town surrounded by wealthy men; stinking rich merchants from the central region of my country,
A town that has more bars and butcheries than grocery stores, but why would an affluent purchase grains? Maybe for his domestic chickens,
The buzz commences on Friday afternoon, it graduates through the weekend till Monday morning, a working day!

Just like a crow that lives on the rocks of an island so is I and my neighbour next door,
After toiling in the white man’s warehouse overnight we peddle our way into our hideout,
We often assume that the grills are meant for the successful sons of Job, not us descendants of Lazarus,
So we creep into our average skyscraper and boil our cereals while closing our windows, lest we spoil their precious moments behind the fat plate,

Sometimes when the clouds are dull and the sun decides to hide from the face of the world,
We roam around the rooftop and observe the beauty of the city, the flashy cars, the roasted goat ribs, the stunning daughters of Jezebel…
We’ve always envied them, their lifestyle, their clothing and everything they own, it’s a dream that one day it shall come to pass!
I now can concur with the wise man who once said that, “the neighbours Hen seems a Goose!’