The Visitor.
Heartened by perfumes of Arabia
Alhaji salaams,
on the scented grassland of Naira notes.
Ivory-toothed, his illiterate wives
fart noxiously,
to and fro the market,
in leather-cushioned Honda series;
where depair and desolation
sadden
all the greens of the Niger-Delta.
Life is but a walking shadow,
where the milk streams.
How folly of the Nigeria in all of us!
Of you and i that `siddon look',
How much breathe lived in each look?
How much time is come and gone?
Copyright © K K Iloduba Jnr | Year Posted 2008
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