THE DINNER AT NAKED NIGHT - BY OLANIYI ABDULWAHEED

The naked night unfolds the moment of glee

That sentenced grains to the prison of some palates

Plates giggled, the mouths munched, the tongues danced

To the flute to be played by the spoons.

Only tortoise dined with wine and rice at the naked night.

But the wine and rice in the palate of our lives,

Swallowed joy as whales dine in the sea,

Hunger shuddered on the street,

Despair wandered in the pouch,

Ah! Belly must taste the grains

Lest Amylase lacked the way

In the Rennin-maltose-shore.

Torrents quenched not the thirst of the bile,

Caecum lost the estuary to the sea of glee.

In the belly, locked the gate of every duct,

Yet the keys with tortoise of the gloomy crown.

The right to eat rice is alive every night,

But those with grains are denied the rice.

While it’s for every soul, only favoured few

Guerillas invaded and dried the milk of the land

Hid under the gloomy regalia

Of woven laws.