The craters in Owerri,
coated in mechanics greasy rags
dishivelled plastic, bits and odd ends, brimming with thick dirty mud sauce
drink cars, swallows trucks
Wet baking ovens,
Owerri craters paint tyres, lubricate, wrestle. rusticate and retire ball joints
Their gaping yawning jaws
jeer at and jab away
at the rust mud maligned,
dirt and murk soaked
undercarriages of tired cars and weeping SUVs, groaning and creaking as they creep and crawl in this sea dirt and misery, born from the greed of big men with undersized minds……
Otamiri, please rescue us
from the rot and rust
leftovers of looters who came garbed as our rescuers.
Reflections 