PARIS

 

The journey to Paris by train was a long one. The unripe agbalumo gave my mouth a bitter chew.

The small pocket radio made my night warm.

And close to Dawn i read erotic country side novels, with a hot coffee on my cold laps. The Agege bread and jam was soft and succulent on my tongue. The hot nescafe with a stroke of cigar in hand, gave me a warm heat from inside my gown, against the cold of Paris.

And when bored i write long Roman letters to the future with a black ink' while sipping the last Sobo made by sulu, as the presenter plays the full track of Aunty' Asa on the night radio

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