Why I Go With Pot-bellied Men

                                 

Because

Chinenye would write JAMB

And Papa is bedridden

And Ifenyinwa would soon

Be kicked out of University

Because Mama sent me a letter

“My good child

Those blood tonic capsules?

They have finished

Put some

In the Ekenedirichukwu luxurious bus

They have built a new park

Beside the market square

Don't forget to put something

In a brown envelop

We know you don't have a job yet

But just do something

Anything...."