The Conversation Poem by OLADEJI POPOOLA

Last night was for Linda Crige chanting of love excitement that wakes the sleeping forest. Six rounds sex... What is my concern?
Nevertheless, uncle is back with Mercy Bukas. Tonight I shall spy through the keyhole.

But it was not like yesterday, my eye greeted the vixen of the moment with the intensity of the sun. But the night was for conversation! for conversation!

"I am pregnant this is the test result, four month and two weeks"...Voice seized from close range.

My eye gazed uncle's mind, though it was misty... this must be emblematic of joy I inferred.

Pandemonium broke out and silenced the smiling breeze, argument ravaged the air... uncle denied "It is for Danjuma"

Not a muttered curse from the two sides. Ogun and Sango did not awake from their tranquil sleep regardless… but Esu was at work, the curse appalled my heart not once...Who is at home to settle the rage...rather the awaken forest was marching closer.

"I never promise to marry you" uncle glued my ears with his voice of wiles. Chapter closed.

Alas, a child will be born, head for uncle, dark-skinned as Danjuma, others for Alien.

An unfortunate child will be born by a promiscuous mother to licentious father only if not a descendant of sewage.

*Ogun: god of iron Sango: god of thunder, Esu: satan