JENNIE IFEATU

They say If flabby breast  take over pointed breast What a flabby world, we 'd live in When a beardy jaw takes over a smooth jaw What a beardy world we 'd live in When the old hags take over the young What a haggard world it 'd be Woooooooo! The sinister wind blows The red anus of the chicken opens Layers of buried emerging faeces unfolds The ancient turn in their graves The smell of even juvenile fart crumbles the airways Tiny ankles tied with anklets Fig-like limbs adorned with trinkling trinkets Clothed naked bodies parading madness When modesty is roasted Charred remains of sanity is for breakfast Loosely hanged trousers on black toned buttocks Cursed is clothing Blessed is nakedness Upon the accursed firestand We roast chopped barbecue modesty

"We have come to a stage where we don't end up in the kitchen anymore. We are taking over the world, that is why we have come into even your villages to get you informed. Empower yourselves to get to where you desire in life. Always declare yourself a proud feminist, Thanks", she bowed and allowed her slim fingers pick up the sleek silver tab where she had been reading from.   The crowd erupted into a thunder of applause. "Nwanyi ka ibe ya', a thin woman yelled in a shrill voice at the top of her voice amidst the crowd. The anchor, a lady in her late fourties walked in elegant strides in her pair of stilletos to the podium and grabbed the mic then made few announcement. "Oyibo dizikwa too much. We should be allowed to go now", a fat sweaty woman behind the first row grumbled. Some of the participants were already making their way to the door. "No one should be in a hurry to leave, we will be taking photographs after now and ...

I walked down the lobby to the male ward in my sparkling white coat. Aladura was his usual self, chanting "Mimo! Angel Micheal, holy!" and gesturing like a prayer warrior caught in the web of a prayer session. I moved to Prof's bed. For the past few days, he had been hallucinating about a certain man who wanted to kill him. "Prof, Good morning." He looked at me, ignored my greeting and faced the wall. I made to grab his wrist but he shrank from my touch. "Dr. Blacky, don't touch me o!" "What have I done? Or are we no longer friends again?" He frowned. "Oh! We are friends? Tell me. Where were you when that crazy man wanted to kill me? Eh?" "I am sorry to hear about that. I was off-duty yesterday and so wasn't around. I assure you that as long as I am here no one will harm you." He hesitated like a child. "Ok. I forgive you. But only because you are a beautiful lady." I smiled. ...

Hidden among bulrushes with a set trap Come! Come! Enticed feet stray pass the landmark Dangling bait here and there The carnivorous toothed trap snaps As old as creation He roams the surface The surface that inhabits the face of breathing faces The passed through the dusty phases The predator! He stalks them, he paces Like a roaring lion, he stalks in circles Tail-flinging careless beast Yet tact like an eagle His feet sprinting without the blow of a beagule A mane-wearing serpent Kisses and hisses He blows to the cochlea Till the heart steals the ears moment of stardom An attentive heart Transfixed as a sculpture Till it quakes and vibrates Luring sense organs into a dance An unlawful sensual dance accompanied with obstinate throbbing drums Who shall pluck out their feet? This dance is a war This war is a dance Stiff unwanting frames yielding to a strange dance Warriors wriggling flesh at the war front Sheathed sw...