She sat, watching the road
From the balcony of Bàbá Àgbà's house.
The other girls were in the kitchen,
She wasn't interested.
Inside the house held no appeal,
She had stayed indoors all-day
Nothing to pass the time with,
No light or she would have watched the TV.
No books, maybe she would have traveled through their pages.
Half-mad with boredom,
She took to watching the streets
Counting the vehicles as they passed by
And persons as they walked past.
She looked to the horizon, smiling sadly.
Tomorrow is yet another day of misery,
boredom and street watching.