INSIDE THE LONDON UNDERGROUND IN THE HOT SUMMER OF JULY 2006

How come everyone

Has suddenly turned into a volcano

Erupting at the slightest touch,

Barking at one another on the tube

Like the Alsatian bulldog

And behaving like a cat and a dog?

Why this burning heat in the month of July

Which makes everyone perspires like a

Christmas turkey in the ovum?

As everyone battles the sweat,

Fanning themselves on the iron millipede,

It comes back in a moment cascading down

Their bodies in saltiness like the Niagara Falls.

Within the anaerobic confines of the much

Squeezed carriages, passengers huddled together

And gasped for breath in the sultry afternoon of July.

Ken, if the Thames were emptied into every coach

With waters flooding the underground,

It yet cannot be compared to these sweats

Flowing down the bodies of passengers

In the hot summer of July 2006.

IMMACULATE LOVE

(End of I.T. Reflection for Isi)

True love

Is God-centred

True love

Is white.

True love,

True love

True love

Is ever pure.

This meeting of ours

Will ever green

In my memory remain.

This is a going

That is not a parting

But a going and a coming

That strengthens our love.

– John Odey Aduma.

*Written in a cab on my way to Ota in Ogun State, Nigeria.

January 28, 2000.

 

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