Naija Area

Naija Area

Waking to the trenchant preacher’s decibels

Snoring, coughing

And puffing of danfos

Street hymns of conflicting voices:

‘Sister, purchase this cute piece of gullibility’

‘Brother, Sango forbids such procurement’

Haggling prayers at brothels

Moans of sizzling egusi

as Mama Puts’ fire screws from below

Poo snakes from infantile bums

awaiting shot-putting on aerobic wings

into forests of pongs

Power adopts Abikus’ restlessness

A bard’s Facebook births:

‘My street

Running splash of shit and ruins…’

 

After ingesting so much

of lies

and Aso Rock-ward curses,

The day belches

The sun wakes

Jingles of Boko blasts

lull the moon to sleep still…

 

The firmament rumbles

MDs thunder queries

Water sneaks into abodes

pouring things and joblessness out

Death and birth alike.

 

And from minarets ring

the inviting coo of Arabic minstrels

jarring the moon

from its slumberous pose

Titanics of booze sink

in gulfs of tumefied bellies.

To reggae-drunk bar gramophones

bums sway

and with the vigour

of undulating coital mates

by the road

under apple canopies

and beds tip-toed to.

 

Perhaps,

A green and white day

is being led to the guillotine.

 

And from our daily death,

BB pings resurrect us

with the prognosis

Of Joshua with TB.

                                                                                                                         



4 thoughts on “Naija Area” by Ayodele (@ayodele)

  1. ‘And from our daily death,

    BB pings resurrect us

    with the prognosis

    Of Joshua with TB.’

    You have a gift. Your play on words is beautiful. Joshua with TB…. lolllllll

  2. nice one, captures almost all…

  3. “And from our daily death,

    BB pings resurrect us

    with the prognosis

    Of Joshua with TB.”

    Interesting.

  4. Typical Naija morning in a face me I slap you environment. Nobody in Lagos launches their feces into the air otherwise… Good rendition.

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