HAPPY IDIOT

By

Kayode Shopekan

A grand reception announces his arrival

Though his presence not important but highly feared

Rather than welcome him with a warm embrace

Onlookers hide their faces

Passersby quickly disperse

Though as gentle as a …

Yet as fearsome as a …

He walks past oblivious of all side talks

Gorgeously arrayed in an half naked attire

Carrying an unimpressive dreadlock

With his almost shredded basket hanging around his neck

He walks with his shoulders high

Sitting on a road where three foot paths meet to enjoy his delicious meal of

Spoilt bread and akara

Then poses with a weird smile

“Haven’t you seen a happy idiot before?”