Last night the boy was thirteen
This morning he is thirty
To look out of his window
Asking ‘where did the days go?’
Like pages of an open book
Turned by the wind.
But that is truth and that is life
To sleep a child and wake a man
When you are single
everything reminds you.
Commercials remind you
everything is cheaper
if you buy in twos.
Your big idle pots remind you
since you almost never cook for two
Your favourite dress reminds you;
it needs help zipping from the back
Those nosy acquaintances too
with questions you…
Waiting! The water a man will drink Cannot flow past him Is what Grandmother told me. So I stand here, patiently And wait. The morning has come The traders have gone To setup their stalls But I stand here…
I wait for love patiently
the way one waits
for a special delivery.
All day, I sit by the door
ears flared like a calabash
waiting quietly for the bell to ring.
By noon it rings eventually,
excitedly, I leap for the door
but it’s only my neighbour Mosun;