By: Joy Abraham
Buttocks matter here.
A big one would do. Not necessarily clean
Down my street lives a buttocks specialist
Master in reshaping, mending and total fixing of buttocks
Sometimes, be careful not to call him out loud—B-specialist would do
Since you’ve not eaten your listener’s biography
My sister booked a session (a total fixing: since we are called bottomless by the bottomless)
She returned with eight figures
All pieces from extravagant leftovers
What’s yours made of? A bigger one asked
You mean my behind? Oh, a big fish in the customs
Father’s bike was ceased by an officer demanding his inner light and fire extinguisher
He cried into his phone begging my sister
A little generous piece of her behind:
One he said smelt,
of strange bodies, cheat and other men’s sweat
Sister reminded him he was holy
He said it takes living to live wholly
His bike is his buttocks on which he carried us
Through childhood to adolescent
A confluence of passengers ferried, lingering amidst our welcomes
They weren’t big enough: 30, 50, 100 to 200 bucks a ride
(Maybe our needs were too big)
I had also borrowed it. Into Uni—not through it
There are bodies,
Who stuff their wares into people’s nostrils
Pasting a memorandum of their merchandise unto foreheads
100 to 1000 is their buttocks’ size a full day
One noon
A big buttocks gave two of these a ride into a ditch
He didn’t stop.
Something about being late for dessert?
A big, big fish’s son once rode his buttocks
Large enough to swallow father’s and ten others in it
He sped into death; its shadow
Because numerous hands of skillful medics kissed life into his throat
(PG: this above is only to be tried by very rounded buttocks)
Not like the time mama’s breast grew lumps
And father’s buttocks sold, couldn’t
pay her bills
And sister’s buttocks had long deflated
And my honorary card couldn’t puke one job of honor
And I had to wear one too
And mama couldn’t hold
Until my buttocks was ripe
To lure a bigger one
I am a Writer, Environmentalist and Social Leader from Benue State, Nigeria. My writings feature education, religion, ethical leadership, environment, and plights of women in Africa. I have presented my poetry pieces in the western and northern regions of Nigeria, and in Nairobi, Kenya. I love to hike and play the guitar.
