mighty, mustapha &
me
for frederick balarabe miller
like three salty tears
we streaked the face
of kaduna; left wet trails
of booze & beer from
the durbar to club 69
to the costain.
the two of you celebrating
your youth; me, reclaiming
mine.
three poems of affected
virility; three separate rites
of passage for
mighty, mustapha & me.
like three vectors intersecting,
we converged at public points;
paying for nightly love &
laughter, for bargain bushmeat
to sate our gnawing hungers.
the two of you playing for sport;
me, to stoke affection.
three
stars about to nova; three ruthless,
reckless ruses were
mighty, mustapha & me.
like three endings to a bad play
we dared check the final curtain,
but down it inevitably came
scattering the actors.
mighty, to saudi arabia;
mustapha, to kaduna intrigue;
me, to uncertain zaria. three notes
lost to the chord; three trifurcating
wishes were
mighty, mustapha & me!
© Joseph McNair; 2009
reminiscences of guys nite out, nigerian style. how strangely evocative!
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