Last Bus Gone

Last bus gone, but I still get home
No light in the phone, I dey walk my own
Last bus gone, but I still get home
If I help one soul, I no walk alone

I close the gate when the cash job clear
Reflective vest, sweat mark for my ear
Power bank dead, no bar on the screen
One crumpled note and a pocket full of dream
At Ojuelegba junction, silence wear crown
Suya smoke curl while the whole place shut down
No danfo horn, no conductor dey shout
But pressure no fit make a man turn out

Last bus gone, but I still get home
No light in the phone, I dey walk my own
Last bus gone, but I still get home
If I help one soul, I no walk alone

Near the locked kiosk, I see one sister wait
Her little boy asleep, she dey calculate
She get two coins, I get one note left
I tear my plan, put the fare in her hand
She say, "Brother, your road long too"
I say, "Your child no fit sleep here till morning dew"
We share one roadside sachet, then she find a ride
My empty pocket somehow feel wide

Last bus gone, but I still get home
No light in the phone, I dey walk my own
Last bus gone, but I still get home
If I help one soul, I no walk alone

Power bank dead, but my word still charge
That crumpled note made another road start
I used to flex like nothing fit touch me
Now useful is the thing that makes me sturdy

Last bus gone, but I still get home
No light in the phone, still I know my road
Last bus gone, but I still get home
If I lift one soul, the whole night moves along
Last bus gone, hear the bare feet drum
What I give away is what I become
Last bus gone, but I still get home
I no need look untouchable to stand strong

Last bus gone—still I get home.