my home is without pomp and pageantry
my furnishings are bare and basic
just like kulikuli and garri
carpet grass perforated
just like ase and garri
books, young and old, line every wall
like the soldier ant to their Queen
clothes, hanging loosely
like a man an escort
cups and plates in the adjacent kitchen
stand like tall lords of the universe
children playing outside
oblivious of my reverie
make mammoth noise
enough to wake the dead
the shallow ceiling, lined by staccato wires,
will seemingly envelope me
by my double bed, ;like a mighty fortress,
stands the Immaculate Conception
on the wall, glued like gladiator to his war horse,
is the memory of the Holy Family
constant companions are found in music
CDs and DVDs ensueing with its player
on a rickety old table
toilet and bathroom en-suite
let me say I am neither Wale Adenuga
nor as poor as a church rat
I am a happy man
my essence is the One
my creed my craft
my word my bond
and if you ask me where I am going
I will tell you the Promised Land
I can see it for it is not far off
yet there are no lunches free!