Roasted Plantains
By George Amadi
Under an Indian almond
Tree rested three baskets;
Each, with ripe plantains
Hefty, to its brim loaded.
Fire, bright and crackling
Nearby from an old stove,
With wood choked, flared;
In its wake, grub perished.
Stern, corpulent vendor at
Her skinny waitress hurled
Invectives and, in no time,
Calm to the flame returned.
A fourth basket, paw-paws,
Oranges, peanuts boasted;
Strollers, lured in numbers,
A great day had with snacks.
Lagos, Nov. 14, 2014
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