Don't worry I'll be there soon
in my old beat up pickup truck
on this evening of a half full moon.
We'll see if we have any luck.

I know that you prefer your trout
from tumbling mountain waterways
where hemlocks whisper and rapids shout
and cool reigns on these summer days.

But that would be too hard and far
(your withered body tells me so)
so we'll go to where a gravel bar
floods only when the turbines flow.

I looked at the streets of Lagos
Humans and vehicles disappeared
Freedom Park attracted a protest
Prices of things have gone up
Living wage becomes harder to run
Sudden subsidy withdrawal on fuel
The reason reeling at the center
Civil society joined hands with labour
Against the reversal of pump price
Hear the cry and the indignation
Like salt added to an open wound
The pains bit deep to the marrow
A call to address endemic sleaze
And bring perpetrators to justice

Standing still only made the embers burn you more easily,
And yet they were so beautiful,
Because they didn’t hurt you,
You constantly change your skin.

Standing in the dark made you more mysterious,
No one would have approved,
But many would have accepted you,
No one ignores you.

Rubbing your skin with paint made you all the more unique,
You had made us all fall in love,
While others sought your end,
You are color.

i hate your cold feet
you always did wear your socks to bed
and i never knew what it meant
until it was too late

and now you're gone.

something was always between us,
your arms were shirtsleeves
the top of your head
always had a hat on it
your lipstick and makeup
left a bad taste in my mouth
your neck was wrapped in a scarf
your shoulder was iced
and there was no good place to place a kiss.
your fingers were just numb
your touch couldn't feel
and always bitter sweet.