Going Back To Paradise City Poem by Tony Adah

I am going back
To paradise city
Where peace dwell
And ebola is free

I am going
Going cautious of
The inclement clime
Of land quals striking
A match against the sea quals

There's a long stretch
Of thoroughfare and
The ranger is pursuing a
Tortous road replete with
Mirages, potholes and parallaxes
And I am following the dark clouds
Shaking hands with the still tops
Of the green trees

I am going
Swallowed by the red earth
In the puddles of our damaged road
And I am going like a slug
That has entered the house
Of a slow slow snail.