CRASH HELMET CHATTER

CRASH HELMET CHATTER

Okada is rag tag throng in the south

Of motorbike transportation business

Achaba, the northern name for the trade

Rode on rough and stormy roads as traps

For broken bones and scarred skin

And to the morgue where some make their beds

Carnage on our roads is no longer news

Check the obituary information columns

You will see what I really mean to say

So the government decided on a law

To help the learned and uninformed

In an attempt to check the senseless deaths

Come year two thousand and nine

All motorcyclists must wear helmets

With all commuters of devil own horses

Hear the big outcry, superstition is born

Shared helmets make people disappear

Collusion, it seems to resist the diktat

Other raison d'être, presumptuously put

On high cost of procuring this safety gear

While some do the right thing straight away

Others resort to wear plates and pots of clay

But the funniest of them all you will agree

Are those wearing pumpkins on their heads