UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY

The month of July crept in. The sky, like a hooded monk wore black, as in mourning, ready to shed its load. The sun was mystified while heaps of sand and dust spiralled high up in the sky, sending high and low alike scurrying into hiding. The town had never known such a downpour, it was forty-eight hours of weeping by both the heavens and the inhabitants of Olusi who lost most of their life's savings in this destructive blessing.

Read the poem below and answer the question

Money here, Money there
Everywhere, anywhere, whatever you want, Money
But where is the Money to spend?

Children and family matters, you're useful
Health and education matters
Food and transport
Night and day
Church and Mosque
In the Lord's name you're needed everywhere
Life is tough without you
Nothing comes easy without you.

Money O! where are you?
You are as hard as a nut to crack
Without you our problems are like my mother's
Paying beads
Will you desert the commoners like that?

They search
They count
They wait
They cry
Yet their is life of beaded needs