Header Dance Poem by Haruna Garba

Well, talk about weakness
Stuff hidden even to beloved

Wife engaged in neighborly chit chats
Beans cooking in the kitchen smelled fine
Husband back home, hungry and beat-up
Scooped a couple, in his hat carried it away
His destination, the little bathroom
And just when he was through miniature lunch
The wife broke in with a little brush

Up he tipped the hat thing to its homely place
Scalded one side, he tipped his head to the other side
Scalded that side, he tossed his head this side

And what could be wrong? Said the wife

Nothing is the matter with me
Just practicing a new header dance