The eating of avocado and agege bread
reminds me of home and the tension on Sunday afternoons. Something always goes
wrong.

Home is home but home sometimes
can be a death trap waiting for
your reckless walk abouts and forgetfulness
of whose turn it is to wash plate

or the mere saying you are tired after
performing the herculean task of
washing clothes and cooking rice and stew

"But nma I am tired"
swish~comes the back hand slap
resetting your medulla like a malfunctioning
sony tv remote

The eating of avocado and agege bread
reminds me of home

The paradox and irony of missing home
and not missing home is like eating
hot, strong eba and egusi soup just to soften
your stomach growls

A necessary evil it is


~Zube