Mbukpa Poem by Tony Adah

It is here that buldozers
Still have a duty to hum
Hum and dry the puddles
Of the unpaved streets
And remove the muggy stinks
Of the putrid drains.

Scattered here and here
Like an earthenware gone to pieces
The occupants must sew their
Rustic roofs a new cloth
That will give impact
To the waiting photographers.

Here where the people
Sleeping and dreaming
Of metropolitan greetings
Are shut out in oblivion
And the atlantic leaves a mud flap
For the huddled legion
Stucked in daily chores.

Here where the Children
Belong to the streets
And the streets reluctance
To make them attendees
Of the empty schools
Has turned Mbukpa into a jungle

Here where the poet
Is a living witness
To the double trouble
Of the slum folks.