And I Loved It Poem by Victor Okey Nwatu

I got a call, and made some calls.
The words employed demanded some balls.
In pure verbosity, I expressed a need.
And good old Bukky was of a benevolent breed.
He never relented a bit.
And I loved it.

Finding his lines was as hard as a rock.
Direction-wise, I was a headless cock.
But Ud was a beaming beacon,
And employed his knowledge like a samurai's weapon.
And never let me smell the pit.
And I loved it.

Hunger harmed my 19 ½" "belle" line.
Though I smiled when they asked "what line"?
But good olds ran around, gave me a treat,
Arranged Naija fries with its attendant heat.
I cleaned it out without blinking a bit.
And I loved it.

Umeoka and I were at our chatting bests.
Talked of damsels and their tiring tests.
How we are the hunters and they the game
Since we are everly of that fame.
We drove boredom out with a deadly hit.
And I loved it.

Adewale of the effervescent state,
Whose surname smacks of AC in Osun state,
Taught me how to eat my cake and have it.
Which he does daily, now a habit.
Made me see reasons for that smart habit.
And I loved it.

We exhumed the principles Chinwe-Izu did show,
Garbed them and watched them grow.
"We" meant Wale and I.
And the fallouts were high, up in the sky.
Insightful reasons, as probing as a drill bit.
And I loved it.