WELCOME VISA

I move to the beat of my heart's sound

Each step a dance, my feet on the ground

My legs won't reverse, they only move fast

Each step a sign, forever to last

I scream for help, but it's music to my ears

A ballad of pain, through all my fears

I'm lost in the dance, with no way to escape

Each step a thriller, my heart does ache

We dine in a skull, a cubicle so fine

Eye sockets as cups, shoulder blades as chopsticks divine

I ask for his name, with a cordial tone

He reveals his face, with a sob and a moan

He says "Hello son", with a voice so divine

Like a deity's call, it echoes in my mind

He grants me a visa, with a welcome sign

A portrait of himself, forever to shine

©oladecious

NYSC

My Journey to Bayelsa

My journey to Bayelsa began on the day I printed my call-up letter, which serves as a pass to enter the main camp. Coincidentally, my travel coincided with a period of fuel scarcity in the country, particularly in Lagos, which led to a surge in transportation costs. However, I was fortunate to encounter favorable circumstances on my way to Bayelsa, my deployment state.