your Grandma's house
was paved, and your cousin
and his oyinbo wife - the ones
that live in Italy
since had a new baby.
The restaurant on Okada street
made bad news last week
(someone found a
crunchy cockroach
in their baked beans).
In March, you had your final laugh
that manager who made you
work on Christmas eve
(bow-legged Lawrence as you call him)
was transferred down to Zamfara.
It's eight months since we met
and everything changes
everything, except my love for you
