Man! How Cheap Is It! Poem by Haruna Garba

This salt vendor had a tip
That some punk was cheating on the wife
When business kept him sleeping abroad

So it came to pass
That outside routine, he returned this day
And this the cheater hadn't known
And It was a dark night posterior to a rain

Here he sneaked in to the house
Planted himself before the door
And made a little throat wiping cough

Who could it be? Said the salt vendor
Controlling the impulse to bolt
A salt buyer I am, he'd managed to say

At this odd hour of all hours?
Anyway, how much salt do you want?

One thousand Naira salt, said the man

Taking the Ash-back
bill
He fed the cheater's palm half spoonful of salt
Here take it and beat it, said the odd judge

But man...! Began the man
What do you mean, but…….? Barked the at-room-businessman

Man! How CHEAP is it! He said and went away