Flour Mill Junction - Poem by Tony Adah
This is where Calabar rocks
And where mechanics, technicians
truck drivers, wheelbarrow drivers, artisans
All love to be.
On both sides of a road
Retailers line the wares
And in some dark corners paraffin lamps
Flicker in the night wind.
You would wonder why all the people are here
But the sight of bikini clad underaged girls
Some half clad and others naked almost
Define the hovels of stink
Of cigarettes and marijuana
Beer and spirits
Male and female
Sex and money
And the girls perhaps
Not from any mother's womb.
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