They can be mean
On the day you have a most crucial, epoch making appointment
They decide to strike … with glee
You can almost hear them cackle in evil amusement
There is bedlam everywhere, noisy horning as all drivers seek to flee the impregnable, traffic
As you curse and swear and sweat profusely in traffic
Especially the traffic occasioned by what is not seen
You can only see the mass of unmoving vehicles stretching for miles in this … demonic stand still
And the juicy contract deal slipping through your sweaty fingers
When the gods of traffic are at work

[Solape Adetutu Adeyemi is a dedicated professional with a Bachelor’s degree in Microbiology and a Master’s in Environmental Management. She is a researcher, a consultant,a passionate environmental sustainability enthusiast and a talented award winning creative writer, with her works published in esteemed journals and magazines, including Writenow Literary Journal, TV Metro, Poetry Marathon Anthology, the Guardian newspaper, and the Indiana review among others. Currently, Solape serves as the Vice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors in Lagos, Nigeria, where she continues to contribute to the literary and cultural landscape of her community. Her dedication to both her professional career and her advocacy for environmental sustainability demonstrates her multifaceted talents and unwavering commitment to making a positive impact in the world.]