Joel Audu
Ordained high priest
On highway shrines pitched
Attire: black skin black heart!
Stationed for sacrificial rites
Uprightly professing rights
Pedestrians must perform
Else a blockade delay
Destinies face daily
Staff poking pockets
Semi-auto fetish wands
Works disastrous wonders
For cash no more crops
Stashed in black calabash
If we fuss lethal beads
Askari buries in lean scraggy bellies
If not “why walk freely
With your “thing” loosely?
Or do you have a living license?
Wizard or witch tag on descent
Of same descendants he hangs
Askari highway chief!
Green pepper savors thick pouch
Routinely you squeeze
From salient sealed mouths
Evil hunters you loudly shake
While our fore fathers
Sit feet cross’d picking
Leftover beef from teeth.