Garki Village
Tucked away
Out of sight
In the
relative quiet
Suburban
outskirt
But part of
the inner city;
At times
vividly colourful
Other times exoteric:
Here
Life is
lived precariously
With high
doses of passion
With
instinct for zest and follicle
With people
in love with danger
So often locked
in marriage;
In dance of nightly
cultivated rituals
Of eating
food like in dump and sterile
Dowsed in
beers is laughter rising in waves:
Garki
is drudgery pit hole churning gold
Garki is of
people and animals in drags
Tucked to
neighbours among most rich
Garki is
home to throng of unhappy lives
Garki, is a
village drowning in Abuja’s smog
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