This Time Last Year I Died Poem by Emmanuel Aneto

Up and down the Enyimba we skid
But before this ride
My bum bulk sits tight my side
I've made a map so wide

Skipped my breakfast while in haste
I had no time to waste
My mouth watered mama´s food the best
So I decided nothing yet to taste

While perching mutely in the bus
Kpum! kpum! My belle threw a hot thud
Oh! tis hunger right? yes
Whoo! Hoop! yawned me wide awild

The bus, a break and quench
A pregnant driver, a stubborn sonafobitch
Passenger's talks slipped his bald hair
And bla blas he's got the best say

Oh! I got so sad, mad and hard
I was a hungry man not lad
Talk no thought on my falling health
Since I was at the gate of death

Upon a time the passengers funned me up
I killed a laugh to squeeze out a smile
One breasting baby turned and peeped me awhile
Shut back at mama´s mammary and giggled up.

Sweet sorrow I was the bus lone male
A bevy of eves of varied sizes and shapes
Clattered, blablamouthed the bus to hell
Like they would if they were apes

Slowly and slowly time took a last gulp
This day I got a hard lesson
Or maybe it was a blessing
to take life easy as I grow up