We shut out serenity.
A town yodeling by itself,
Making rounds in business circles.
Host to Ejike and Somto,
Tough minds of street acumen.
Meet the famous cowry depository
In exchange for all you can think.
Guests weave through crevice,
Lest the kidnapper’s drops would pelt
My Atlantic helm of wonder.
Human streams, endless and kinetic.
Enigmatic auto-chains that defy time.
Here, we thought the beach was friendly,
Just till its groan took many.
Here, we sip from Eko’s eclectic cup;
All we need for inspiration-
The fluid of hard work,
The fluid of competence
The fluid of street wisdom
Wasn’t she a better half of peace?
The leather man’s trade quiver in
All that the land brings now;
In all that wasn’t.
A twin eye sleep; a luxury
A jolly conversation; an illusion
Everyday’s the beginning’s end.
Here, we wait for the char-mongers.