Hiding My Cigarettes
9:00pm on the dot
And I materialize on the spot:
A Benson ‘n’ Hedges spot
I would at it stop
On a fairly spent night
To enact a scene not right;
Raven-Black for stupid actions
The Pitch-Black unwise options;
Christ, I’m sure in the sky
No flesh to ask me “why?”
Many Million True Miles away,
Who, then, shall give me away?
Jesus alone digesting the scene,
More in his Daddy’s Heaven a sin;
This, perfectly okay by me
Like hot or cold Chinese tea…
I light my patent stick
Twenty Naira qualifies me to pick
For stylish releases of clouds of smoke;
A fresh inhaling and try to not choke;
Clearly a stick
That had been making me sick
But with an index and middle finger victory sign
Why won’t smokers over coughs pine?
Often like I had won some contest
My lungs exposing to crazy tests
At Muslims’ Kaduna hiding my cigarettes
And they could not be sighted from minarets.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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