ORDER IN CHAOS: Day 18 #50DaysOfThoughts

Back & forth, forth and back
In no coordinated manner
Blaring horns and yelling throats
Disturbing with consistent ease
Different locations are heralded
A campaign for every destination
Oga buy this Madam buy that
Competing bidders for your lean purse
Sister Chioma's latest gospel hit
Mystically cohabits with "Allah ahkbar" cries
The queen's English-speaking hajiya
And the tie-tying sleek young executive
War against the pidgin-spewing groundnut seller
While fending off hordes of ever-hungry almajiris
This is the downtown motorpark
Or probably the face of Chaos
Perfect hallmark of disorder
Nothing here seems to be organised
Streams of unplanned actions flow
Consistently into a sea of confusion
But within this fiasco of a place
Dwells a girl totally organised in her space
Regimented in her dealings
Constant in her earnings
Prudent in her spendings
Unfazed by her surroundings
For every blessed day
She touches down—sets base
Run after vehicles—makes sales
And then halts—takes counts
Till evening comes—balanced accounts
Then she waits for the next blessed day
Now, I calm down to look again
One piece at a time, a player a moment
The agbero. The driver. The passenger.
The hawker. The beggar. The passerby.
A discovery—each is organised in his/her right:
They all set out to do what they do.
Maybe, just maybe
This isn't chaos after all
Maybe, just maybe
It's just an overlapping series
Of non-concerted organised actions.
Sometimes, you do not judge the part by the whole.
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