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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