There are mixed trees
Almonds, mangoes and
The flambouyant trees
Giving this arena its cool mien
But inside was a howl of cheers
And regrets of arsenal, man u, chelsea
Fans crammed watching a match.
The food is good
Fragrance of African cuisines
Eba, amala, foo- foo, bitterleaf soup, ohaa,
Cowleg, cowtail, nkwobi, esi iwu etc
Somewhere under the mango tree
There is a broken down peugeot car
That has seen rain and shine
Night and day
Moss grown with dilapidated uphostery
Here was a one man restaurant
And only the mad man ate here
From the crumbs sanity had left.
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