Bayo dreamed of fortune, Sola dreamed of survival… and neither knew whose day would go wrong first.

Bayo had always chased luck, counting on numbers to make him rich. Little did he know, today fortune would come with sticky fingers and unexpected chaos

Bayo, for as long as he remembered,

Has frolicked with numbers,

Hoping for that one day,

When he would hit it big!

Then came a day,

From slumber he rose,

Feeling lucky,

Because he dreamed some figures!

Straight to his wallet he went,

Ransacking every drawer for a coin

With which to play his luck,

For he knew, his time was nigh!

But he had neither a coin nor a note,

Then headed he to his wife's purse

to lend a note,

The thief!

Sola, for as long as he had remembered,

Has been a tenant to the street,

Rain and sunshine,

Night and day!

Usually he had all needed,

To end the day,

For he always believed,

The next day would care for itself!

But today, he had nothing,

And seeing a phone hanging loosely,

Decided to take it...

The robber!

Thief! Thief! Bayo heard from a distance,

And seeing a man run towards him,

Reached for a stick,

And stuck, Sola hard!

“Bloody thief” Bayo mumbled,

pinning Sola down,

Till the crowd caught up with them,

And happily, he went his way

With his stolen money carefully tucked away!

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