Dance With My Father
I danced with my father on the concrete floors in suralaywhere my brothers and Iwould lower mirrors from the side and watch my father and his friendsdoing the latest Lagos rump shakerthen sneak down early morninglike imitatorsto feast on half-finished cigars and cigarettes butt's Sip on spirits and beers knowingjust like beat of the hangingtalking drums if we got caughtit would all end up in ...