Barau A boy of fame and everybody's wow, the extant lad of Salau; a man of his vow of seeing Barau soar sky and be a highbrow. Barau's mum, Jatau; a poor trader of then and now, wishes to see Barau soar sky and be a highbrow, but Barau likes to stunt for everyone's bow I could remember when I saw him in action; it was the marriage feast of his friend, Friction. Barau controlled his bike with no restriction like warriors wield their swords in state of friction. I stood in awe as his wheelies earned attraction; he sat on the rear wheels ( balanced and no distraction) as he sped along the way to earn admiration. He never feared falls and pains while in action. These were his words before would start his addiction 'You need to fall, fall, break before perfection' Salau respected Barau's extreme addiction. He often admonished 'Do them with good caution, and your biking class try to attend every lesson; for with that you shall reduce falls while in action, and be a highbrow in biking - my attention' Barau never attended; he gave no attention; he thought class was always slow and no stunt action Jatau disliked the fact that he got drunk always before he would start his stunts; She was in dismays. She admonished him, ' Your religion even nays.' Barau 'deafed' and went with his astray ways This day was a black and mourning one Barau rode as he did to have fun; Alas! There came a truck singing his horn, but Barau went ahead to outrun. Hmm, the truck knocked him; it's not any fun. All his bones broken and absolutely torn He lied as head faces up, tears roll down like poured from cup. His bike he cannot ride and speedup As all his limbs are pullout. © Yussif Hassan Cissey 18/01/19 #NojotoQuote Barau
