They warned me often about my lavish spendings
and reckless lifestyle.
They warned me with heavy words like
But I would not listen.
So they gathered and talked amongst themselves.
Planned for the day I would come late,
Asked that I followed them to get some latte
Then we parked at the place of initiation.
Women talking in languages other than my fluent tongue,
Smokes and fires! Firewood and charcoal!
Three days later, I'm driving to Aromire Road
For my steady diet of akara* and bread.
"Oh Seye, you now eat 'bean cakes'?"
*akara: nigerian local food made with blended beans
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