Plea

When the oily-mouthed urchins desert
The venues of the wedding feast
When the last vulture, grudgingly beats its wings and departs
In curved, twisted beak clutching
Entrails of long-devoured chicken
When the drums of the melody makers fall silent
Exhausted by endless staccato of hands on their taut skins
And the moon, shy maiden appears milk-white
In dark blue velvet sky
When these happen and hearts contract,
Then my love, remember me.

Abuja 1999.


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