Jos
Imageries of tribal stench
Streets stretched in stray bullets
Carcasses charred in church
Women slit in the dark
A conglomerate of conference table
Littered with coffee and curfew
Monkeys mourning
Centre crawling
Sentiments sighing
Jos, a shadow.
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