Collins Aiterebhe

Biography: ...I recall the pernicious vent of inanity, an attorney of songs; a kiss of imaginative empathy that dwells occasionally in artistic isolation!

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Friday 21 October 2022

The Fulanis At Kubwa Train Station

Taken in dabbling infractions of uncertainties

The Fulanis shrewed long faces

To a corner at the wait

Male, female; clustering

Tall with catapulting beauty 

Of long plaited braids

Younglings with resilient effort

Curved over slim backs

To suck saggered breasts

The women carry Nunu pots on their head 

And chuckle with voices of song

Suited for Hindu play 

Hard as it may to grasp 

One shouted, 'chukuyimiri!'

The train bellied on from afar

Setting waiters to queue

The Fulanis did not queue

They never rush at accomplishing an intent

They took gangways to the brim

Sitting to our film

Holding out cattlesticks

Like soldiers on a sentry watch

Such was the delight

One shouted again, 'Itingiri!'

As if to say it's moving

And their long smile

Tarried into the distance


               - poems of Collins Aiterebhe


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