CLEAN

The uncountable water sachets

Dirt from the many cafes

Empty bottles of drinks

Black polythenes holding hands, forming a gigantic wall that courageously blinks

Empty tins that threaten to maim look everywhere with determination

Papers marrying stenchy grime fly around being caressed by winds barring sterilization

Malodourous overcooked rice, banku, akpele and their colleagues merge

Fanning Singy-croaky- disturbing songs to undeserving ears through little insects

While creating their massacring lavender scarring noses with no respect

Stinking individually rounded defecations happily marry the wind and disturbs with no urge

They all become our neighbours and promise to oust us out of the surface of this earth

When we are their creators.

Let’s cut this staff to our size before it hits our pate

And sends us to our early graves.

By amoafowaa