come with me to the beauty booths along KASUPDA Junction to gush over the bevy of girls flaunting beady waists & ankles till you choke on the fumes of nail polish & hair oil or go across the bridge just when the sun is riding on the river & coating the world in a warm orange let’s savour the delicious chaos of Ahmadu Bello Way— the bawling bus conductors & the rowdy transport taxers & the army of bumptious beggars walk with me down the crowded aisles of the flea market at Kasuwan Barchi & join other pretentious fashionistas who collect heavily perfumed burdens newly discarded by the First World or turn right into the manicured Yakubu Gowon Way littered with banks & office buildings like a sprinkle of diced carrots on a plate of white rice affecting humaneness let’s mumble prayers for the legion of job seekers who daily congregate by the Post Office to wrestle over crumbs strewn on the notice boards only to return home more miserable than they’d come & having shrouded our erectile dysfunctions in fancy suits & macho bodies just like most of the other passersby let’s just ignore the loudspeaker-mounted car sitting at the edge of the road bawling of virile roots that can transform the flaccid stumps between our legs into iron clubs
About the Author:
Ekweremadu Uchenna writes from Kaduna, Nigeria. Apart from poetry, he also engages other forms of creativity including prose and photography. His work (poetry and short stories) has appeared in Transition Magazine, Jalada, Parousia, Grub Street Journal, Coe Review, The Write Mag, Afreada, Saraba Magazine and elsewhere. Also, his poems have made shortlist for a number of prizes including Saraba/PEN Nigeria Prize for Poetry, Erbacce Poetry Prize, and RL Poetry Award.
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