Change

Change

    Again, on a sun scourged noon In Ajegunle when the street is ripe With crowd, a woman seizes her man By his shirt, yells atop her voice:                  Call on foes!               To judge my faults,               Purchase the most expensive               Laundry machine to bleach               My black buttocks               At … Continue reading Change

When country is bad

When country is bad

In shame of scarcity They dine in hunger When plenty was in abundance Chewing their nails as edible coco yam, Sleeping under leaking roof While they cry, “Oh God, maka why!?” Legs become Hummer jeeps Trekking to different destinations Running in anchors of gentlemen of the way A dusty road that threw everybody into turmoil, … Continue reading When country is bad