Outdoor Blender
By George Amadi
With no pang of guilt on whose rights she tramples,
Thirty, married, in thirteen years, six mothered;
At a fee to leading lights that ought to know better,
A loud blender, for use in the open made, operates.
From before sun-up daily, to way after sun-down,
A motorised contraption by petrol engine powered,
Not an inoffensive cacophony generates, keeps up,
Just across the road opposite my apartment building.
No thanks to scarce yet, unsteady electricity supply,
Bowls and bowls of soup ingredients in a queue sit;
Never ceasing my bewilderment from up here to stir,
Each time panoramic view of shanties I try to behold.
Ubiquitous, outdoor pepper-grinder, a fixation in town
Has become, its indoor rivals beaten silly hands down;
If fines from its operation on providing jobs were spent,
Money raked in from bad folks a message would’ve sent.
Lagos, August 30, 2014
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