In the humid warmth,
the smells of the city
are carried by airless breeze
all was still, concrete and trees.
Under sunny skies
in sweat damp skin,
tears ran down my face.
Yawn, dawg downward face.
Seductively, the heat lured me to elope.
A losing battle affirmed,
yawn after yawn,
heat caressed my chin as a breeze.
Come hither.
She beckoned me to the edge,
A spirit? A woman? My mind?
It didn’t matter, it was cerebral utopia.
I feel a nudge, but stay in sleep.
I feel myself fall suddenly, gently.
Sounds of a failed government fade.
The mosquitoes’ lullabies grow distant.
Lull...
Landing softly in an abyss; Alas a light breeze whispered “Welcome to Lagos,
It’s your first day here?”. As though life was a terra culture production, and this was the first scene closing.
