Fellowship Poem by Chidiebere Ekere

In the sophisticatedness of our entrenched fellowship
I am shielded against all the ruinous breaths
From all forms of witless and offbeat eccentricity.
So if I overhear that I am an idiot
I simply plunge my dizzy head deeper
Into our togetherness –
As we all are wont to do; have done:
For in that way are we reassured
That the fellow is merely being a crass idiot himself.

Or such other moments when in the fit of wild derision
I laugh or cry out, a little loud – and later suspect
That it went little way too high; because of the little ache
In my heart,
I simply lower my waist little further, in my practiced sways
To the palliative pulse of our time.

Just then one of us lets off an over-repressed sigh
And all of us in unison exclaim ahaa!
So he is merely an insufferable idiot after all –
And this is very clear to all of us
Because we know it together.