Since the news from lagos
I have become a hermit
To my habits
Of yesterday and tomorrow.
I do not honk
The horn of my ford ranger
Any longer for the women
At Ochon or the boys at Biase.
Since the journey of the diplomat
That ended in a Lagos hospital
Rather than a conference in Calabar
I have been frozen
By the thought of playing
Host to the drill ranch
Resolute in abstenance from
Anything wild or bush meat.
I have extended my bedroom
To my toilet where sanitizers sit
Where my faucet runs
The risk of wearing out.
Now I am constantly
Loyal to the fatwa of
The fatalistic Central African visitor
Who loves bats as
Much as humans but with a deadly kiss.
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