You must remember what it’s like
washing clothes in a huge basia*;
you don’t drink it, you don’t reuse it
you don’t keep it, hoping one day it
turns into ale or lemonade
you find the nearest gutter
and pour out the dirty water.
Forget him, lady
pour him out, out of your mind
like dirty water
he’s not thinking of you
he won’t love you back.
*A Nigerian colloquial variant for the word ‘basin’
