If those two idiot girls
Were dressed posters daughters
Curiosity would have
Not had field-day
On packed out houses
No gutters
To wash the stenched air
Back into dilapidated mindset
As I wink my nose in disguit
Solifary walker it seems
These she-dogs in kirikiri
Are such ashade brownet
Thatquestion marks
On my face
Are not looked upon twice even
The saltified air
was not enough to reduce
the open market line which held
early single parents reason
to the meat seller
who was too willing
to exchange
another of flesh
with a quickie
from early single parents
held ramsom leads me
to the rivers coming inland
where that dog laid
limbs out stretched
in flies infested sleep
but for the young Izoness
bathing outside
is yet anotherday
of cooling the razing sum
which heats up the smoke
of their smoked-fish cottage industry
where make shift kitchens
quickly makes ready
a salty concoction
which has a fishing
rushes home to gulp down
with bottled akpeteshi
the in thing is,
there are no street names
on kirikiri water-side
a haven
for holed up criminals
pulled buglary proofs
I couldn't have imagined
Was possible to be
Replayed on some lifes' V.CD player
But if you must know
Until I dropped at mile II
That centre of gravitational pull
Yellow short
Upon navy blue trousers
And ash blue kaki tops
Held in galvanized hind sights
Reminded me that
My present bus-stop
Is navy town Alakija
And because the dogs in
Navy town Alakija
Are a shade mulla toed than
That at kirikiri
I begged
Gentle papa
This day news paper
To allow me to browse
Inside the white stripped
Painted barrack shuttle
Which took us a shade
Inside those Navy Town
Alakija gates
To those other men
Who fathered their children
Through similar quickies
Too easily forgotten
But what on earth
Still made me walk
These familiar home steals
Into the muddy watered
Main market receptacle
Where sixteen years ago
I hawked vegetables
A lad too bandaged
To be left to enjoy early adolecenthood