Year: 2021

If Lagos knew, it would change, if only for one moment
to breath in deep in awe of this nativity
Bethlehem slept but Lagos hustles on another sunny day.
And as another placenta gets buried
Eko’s beauty is crafted in the sound of another infant cry.

in this city of crowded histories, where hurrying feet run after
the skyline like a masquerade chasing a lunatic over a pilfered naira note.

where is the rainbow i often found
in the sky of returning lips
oh port harcourt whose pots are courts
where meat arbirates fingers

in another room,
we found femurs
the latitude of
suffering