SMOKING HEAD!

[a loose adaptation of K-Baq’s MARASÁKÀ!]

LAGOS. MONDAY MORNING. IN A DANFO.

JASPER: Abeg, who dey sing Awilo?
PASSENGER 1: [chuckles] Awilo Logomba?
JASPER: [raises voice] I say who dey sing?! Who dey mime dat Awilosong?
WOMAN: Bros, nobody dey sing. Or shey na dat baba wey dey snore close to the window U dey talk?
JASPER: Driver, abeg off dat radio… e too loud.
DRIVER: Radio? You get ebola? Abi na for wia U dey hear radio? Abeg my people, I on radio?
PASSENGERS: No oh! Continue reading

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SOLITUDE

The air is still, no leaf dances
No bird pierces the ears with cries of joy
All sleeping dogs are left to lie
You are on your own!

No friend, no foe; you are on your own
Even your inner-self seems to have gone awol
You try still to give yourself an identity
You are on your own!

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