A Nigerian Town With My Footprints

Visibly wore she my footprints While bore I a Restarted Scholarship, In 1993 flaunting The Dullest Glints With streets that rather mirrored hardship … Okigwe was The Sometimes Chilly And irritably The Hilly A thing of sure hatred by Asthmatic Roads Users And of as sure by Escaping Criminal Losers … I’ve heard ‘By An Embittered Dweller cursed’ And since A Metaphor for The Started and Paused: Often a fitfully regular power supply And a loss of University Town status, no reply! Towards modernity, a laborious marching, Never able Galloping Speed hatching; For guaranteed steady strides searching Scarcely for The Dependable catching … Now, harboring A Community of Northerners, A lot enthused about their fast-selling Suya And a Not-Hostile Host Southerners For them striking more bargains than fewer.