David Oluwatobi Akinola

(18-04-93 / Zaria, Kaduna State-Nigeria)

Sondoko


His shaggy hair always reveals visible particles of sand,
His contantly salivating mouth, disgusts like a frogs',
His shirt is always brown and dirty, like rags in shantytowns
The left hand of his trouser is amputated,
clearly revealing a dirty leg, patched with wounds and signs of mosquito bites
His left foot is always in a slipper,
While his right foot in a shoe

He's greatly feared and reproached by women
But, he's married to one of the most beautiful ones in the world,
although, the wife is deaf, dumb, paralysed and one-quarter his size;
and.... she's a doll.

his home is made of concrete, including the roof
but anything can intrude in and out
after all, its under a bridge.

Sondoko! ...
could'nt make much out of life
everyone he came across reproached him like scumbag
and spitted on like a tissue paper
now, his soul has fled its body
into another body draped in white
his phantom is like snow
but radiates like the sun

He no longer drinks nor eats from eccentricity
but from eternal peace.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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