Bird Insurance



Wish I had no care, just like them

Green flowers yellow barks wild fruits pink mountains

I wonder what a bird in flight sees.

The last born child. She is on her maiden voyage
Never knew Lagos to Ibadan was a full day’s drive.
It is made dangerous by the absence of traffic lights
Speed limits zebra crossing wardens in the red sun
And colour maps

They passed the Island without saluting the scrapers
Naïve little things. Didn’t even skip the bypass through the slum
Making executive jeeps rickety danfos
And the heads of the lucky few
Toilet for their small shit.
For there is no respect of persons.

Silently they shit on the ballot paper
of the man behind me. He cursed their mother.

I worry
They have no insurance.

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