I Hate Lekki (Diary Of A Writer) Poem by Korede Abiodun

Damn the weed on my chin
It made me my barber's friend
Every two days I shave some age off
The pretty girl next block come knocking
My door; naked
Said she fell in Lekki's flood
Asked if I have a short to spare
Sure, also a clean spread and warm duvet
Asked if I have smoke
No I quit, but go grab what you need at Michael's
Down the street they sell weed
Tell Abokina to give you whatever you need
‘Why don't you go yourself'
‘No I've not been out all week'
‘Let's just get in bed, comes at a price'
‘Oh how much do you sell it'
‘I'm not like that, thank you for coming is fine'
‘No am not like that, I'll see you in the morning light;
good night'
She laid quite
I laid quite.