The heavens wept like a widow
We,
Squeezed.
Packed
like fishes headed for sokoto
Six of a kind in bilabial negotiations
Lingual bullets hit me
Foreign fish - jjc
Pretty and sour
Smiles and straight face
Perhaps I am included
Or noosed to a conversation
With the impatient rear wheels
And gleaming asphalt
Reminding me of my transit to *oko-ita
*A locality in Akwa-Ibom, South eastern Nigeria
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