Black Boy Review

My Memory by Vincent Ajise

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

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My memory of you
Are tales of missing cowries
That were used to finance poverty,
Unemployment and the bellies of your progenies;

They are days when elegies
Were sang to the Naira

My memory of you
Are pangs of virgins used as polygamous animals
By an infidel who has only one testicle;
They are dreams of posterity offered as sacrifices
To an anonymous god of bombs

My memory of you

They are simply climes of pious depravity
That disvirgined the sacredness of public office

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