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What do we call this deceitful, poverty-stricken, soul-depleting man, or his religion, politics, or bureaucrats?

Guess I'm sitting down to watch a famous play. Or you could even imagine that I was reading such a play. The play has two digits. A poem is presented to the audience before the play begins. How about this poem? Spare parts of a motor are dispersed separately. Such as hearing his name, sowing, digging it, rooting it, cult, ritual, sun, time, rain, time, fate, river, morning, night, owl, his claw, humid moment of breath, the yellow god of worship, Do we not speak? A dying man, his thumb! Oh! How is this rhetorical poem? Nothing mouth-to-mouth! But this is just fun. Understand that we, too, are a mouthless, lifeless creature. Just understand the poem, then have fun in the two issues of the play.

Friend, the scenes I am about to depict portray the life of the African region, the town. The man in the basement has a thumping life. They are all the same as scattered spare parts. The main focus of the play here is the friend, the 'road'. The road is 'the road'. And this 'way' is also not straightforward. This is the major constituency. He has inflated his stomach with many secrets. That is why, by the way, it is also becoming a symbol of humankind. But let that thing go. This playwright's dance is about the size of a dot, but it is roaring to the Masamota Indus. This road in the Nigerian city is brought to the notice by some drivers. Here are their driver colleagues.

They have bits and pieces. Everything that comes to mind is a scammer. Clothing is dirty, teeth too dirty, even bad breath. Someone is a bit of a jerk but it's finally the driver - the nineteenth com. In both numbers, the Spare Parts shop, along with the Spare Parts shop on the 'road', weave the same thing. Yes, there is an accident, the man dies, why does he die? Someone wants to be a driver, then some driver's job is lost. So someone needs a driving license at any cost.

Even if he has to pay for the bribe. These drivers have also realized that there are no bribe cases! Fake license of fake license. Well, it is seen to be involved in the work. Police, professors, brokers, friends help each other to get a license, all fill their thirst! The road has a life of its own! What do you do? What if the people on the road bapti! Meet, meet, be quiet or die, but fill a sinful stomach - that's it. Need to remember the rituals, the church, the church, Jesus or any other god, this is 'Life'.

Know the game of life, death stands in front of them with gray paws. Well, my life is to recognize the death of the veil of life. Among such drivers and their assistants are Samson, Salubi, Kotonu, Pello, constantly licensing, licensing, attending speeches going to church, memorizing 'word' in different meanings. The cycle of licenses has been circulating in both issues, becoming a symbol of corruption. Kotonu has joined a professor leaving a serious accident and driving away. Samson is introduced to the professor later. Salubi was trying to get a Kotonu license. All of them got together to cackle the professor. Professors sometimes call drivers stupid while drivers sometimes call professors insane.

The professor's business is big, but with his wisdom he also seems to be religious fanatic. He has a different opinion about the dead. He frequently gives speeches in a church near a shop, hears music, and Samson also unethically associates professor's work. The second part depicts the police, his inquiry, the professor, and other characters in the scene of the mystery, etc., depicting how many unemployed drivers, their assistants live a compassionate life, how compelled they are to survive, in the city and country.

Poverty takes pride in glory, but it makes it even sadder that living humans are breathing below the threshold of death. What do we call this deceitful, poverty-stricken, soul-depleting man, or his religion, politics, or bureaucrats? Remember the next poem of the beloved. The flow of time, the river, the claw of the owl, the humid moments, the silence, the surroundings of the dead.

By Professor 'The Road', the wait and the lie lie. No one writes homage here. Each other characters make mutual accusations in irrelevant language. The professor is also involved with drivers in cyclone. He believes life is just that. Liar, liar You become like a 'road'. Let it happen Keep the secrets in store. Get used to the hunger, keep the mice flat. You gain the knowledge of death, strengthen your hand with it. Breathe like a road or become a 'road'. Guys, after the two digits were over, I became pretty empty. Began to think. Life, poverty, stomach appetite - what is this? Disintegration - destruction is the only option? Nigerian playwright Wal Soyinka's play 'The Road' reads - realizes - experienced compassion, death, more closely.