lagos to detroit to the stars

the world is nothing but packing and tapingsellotaped boxes of marketed thingsxeroxed copies tagged in ceasar’s numberspackaged and boxed in numerical orderand then nothing wrapped knuckles boxing gnats,refusing plastic bags from bakers whomgive not a second thought to land fillsand trash. little concern for litterfor the wonderful plentiful plastic particlesdancing in the lungs in the […]

body snatchers (hail to jay z, hail to nick flynn)

them body snatchers! na dem dey steal body, gbomo gbomo, dey steal pikin shrill screaming from rigid finger reeds, our mommies sing what about the babies? whose eyes sink further into a fat fluid face, the sun out of focus the loud explosions of words, the laughter a sword that cries as a camcorder records […]

some of the things achebe and soyinka made me remember

a stripe struck all over the sand, swept with broomsticks welded at their tips together with black rubber, now a broom, no technology can change that, swiffer mops can’t handle nigerian dirt tiger clawed into soft clods, housegirls still wear clogs, like its hip like yesterday their madams just came back from a europe college […]