Deliberate late morning wake
sauntering lazily to the restroom
emptying my bowel of the residue of night before
while listening to Nimyel on Rhythm
IG Okiro’s police to serve no longer with integrity
fluid and liquid released with snail ease
criss-crossing the rooms with my thing dangling and dancing
bare without care as Adam in the garden
a cup of hot Lipton lemonade hitting hard at my palette
working stylishly on my side, upper and lower burns
very lukewarm water seared through my skin
eroding the weariness and heat of the night
availed my body of the condiments of the skin
for my hair motion spray gave way for menthol cream
while searching for a shirt that fits my cream chinos pants
a switch from rhythm to link fm the theme’s week revealed
Speaker Etteh’s refurbishes bedroom with 400,000,000
struggled with black belt, while dusting pair of brown shoes
set, my bag sagging, struggling with my shoulder
the sky was bright from the outside
it looked like my first morn on earth
a new day never expereinced before
strolling leisurely to the bus stop
oh! how great it feels to be alive
obalende-cms was right on hand
gone was the long queue on third mainland bridge
the waterway are becoming highway in Lagos
the feat of only Moses and Jesus
it was fifteen minutes miraculous ride to work
it was the best of morning most simplified;
By content and simplicity

ifedayo oshin

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