Chris Jibero

Rookie (Ugbawka)

Prevalent Sex - Poem by Chris Jibero

These days
Sex smells
Like a sacred billy goat
That roams
And eats as it pleases
Neither scolded nor beaten

It also sells
As unsold akara balls
At an open village market
In a harried winding up
At twilight
Harassed by imminent rain
On a dull business day
Cheap takeaway by parents
For their children at home

It's met everywhere one turns
To steer clear
And breathe fresh air
Fried in viper's venom
Flaunted as groundnut oil
A contaminated semen-loaded condom
Fierce sun roasting frail soil
Decapitating viable seedlings
Precious precarious packages
Of different sizes
Deployed tantalizingly
At all nooks and crannies
Traded in pennies
So that all can conveniently buy
And so have some toy.

(c) Chris Jibero.2011.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012



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