It was not
Until I had
Paid my twenty naira bill to mile II
That it did occur to me
That these degenerating slum scape
Might need a similar historic June 12th
For me to replay the compact disk
Of life
Changing to side B
One of the student
The other the lecturer
Who starts yet another
Joseph fone adventures
I must thank God
For making pharaohs
Crown Joseph
Of yesteryears harvest
And these years
Party distillers of knowledge
Which big CH z in pursuit
Tried to water me down
With Amstel High malt
Which erects grave
Of past nights dreams
I remember
Is it that
Those black boys
Must want to cordone
Off the gates for me?
But big curz seems
To be to degree de-warmed
To ant to attack me
With kavwes’ phone call
Speaking the urhobo language fluently
Cam to five: navy inside
The show bless blue tops
Of the Okada boy 25
Showed some military contom to erstwhile brukutin boys
Whose mission early
Was more than Okada riding.
The shouts of
Junior, Miriam and Okechukwu
Hopping after grass hopes
Will indeed teach the moving spirit
That dogs in kirikiri
Are a shade browner than
Inside town Navy Alakija
Where cloths are well hung
On lines standing on parade
As I walked further on-line
Into road II
I heaved big curz
Whose alarm bells
Were signals for help
Into first degree marketing
Where he both get admission
Ojo ta Ogowo ta
The dogs inside kirikiri
Are a shade browner
Than the dogs in
Navy town Alakija
Than if the truth
Must be emitted correctly
And history
To be type sited in upper case
Than both papa and mama euvarlerle
Despite their
Nagging differences
Always
Fought to make children
At home and in the chaspora
Speak the Urhobo language
No matter how rickety
And did ou know that
Once paid off
When care taker
Usu local government
Committee chairman
Once gave one
Posthumous aheared to mama
For achieving such great delage
Even with children
Who never marched deep
Roots into toothed fatherland
But buckout of Navy town Alakija
And you will know that