See the stars glistening with consent
As we converge
Side by side, on raffia mats
Timbuktu, Broadway, Victoria's secrets!
Chinese, Downing Street, Harvard, popcorn?
Our minds roaming'
Hovering like the eagles over coconut badagry
On our mats'
Sitting on the bamboo
Fondling my lanyard, oblivious
Of clustered melodious crickets
And mosquito stings from the marshy creeks
We dream'
Far away from the bull dung littered fields'
From the bleating of puerile goats'
From the rusty zinc rooftops of the dilapidated
Nearby school
Underneath this sky, stars
moonlight'
In this sombre, rustic setting
We pay no bribes to dream.
….Oluwatosin Aribo(2008)
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