My Aching Belly
Just a day before this dotting
I woke up anew, fagged
Unto the toilet I beckoned
One, two, three, four, . . .times
Flaccidity ran all over me
I could not stand nor sit down
On my Mama’s footstool
For I was foot-billing a stool
Chewing and gassing out odour
Liken to that of nothing
But a dead vulture in a Hades
My eyeballs ran backward
Deep inside my ringing Golgotha
I assume a skeletal posture
Whose weight is zero square
My path and bearing
Became that of Mr. Air
My belly heavy and aching
Appetite disappears off me
Foods became my brief foe
I groin only in pains of constipation
It confined me to fasting without prayers
Only feasting on fart till nine by darkness
I kowtow to the rhythm of
Fuddy-duddy Fandango in my tummy
I was in an unnamed planet
Does belly ache kills? Many wondered
I woke up unto hunger monger
But I was scared again to conquer hunger
For here leads my maw cupidity
I would have cross to the yonder beyond
Learning not to chew beyond my belly.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
4th, November, 2005
11.00am
Copyright © Alayande Stephen | Year Posted 2005
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