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the repulsive story
of the vomit I disgorged yesterday.
Yesterday my student–
little miss Sadat–
missed from class
And days and days
I saw neither ghost
nor slough
And so I was
all questions and
no answers.
Tell me something:
what will you do
in such circumstance?
Evening slashed across
Day
and I trudged to Sadat’s
Compound
brandishing a mouthful
of questions.
An answer came like a river
crashing with thunderous slushes
carrying me on an alien wave
Tossing me up and down
swaying me like a drunkard
stoking in me a red anger
Springing a thousand
wisps of neusea into my nose:
80 year old Baba married 12 year old Sadat!
Written by: Chimezie Chika
