LITTLE GIRL

Lonely the little girl sat by the roadside;

With her bottles of groundnut.

Weeping uncontrollably like she’s lost money

Or broke a bottle of groundnut.

Am not sure, I wasn’t close enough to her to ask,

But one thing is for sure, she’s going to cry

Again tonight when she gets home

To her ‘Madame.’

I said a prayer for the little lonely girl

Her tears got to me and I pondered why those

Close to her in their big cars, could not say to her,

“Little girl, stop crying. Here is the money you lost or

Money for the Groundnut you broke.”