ROUTINE
At war with mosquitoes
You could not sleep
A handful
A raging migraine
Ushers you to the
Day
At down, the baby's dyspnea
Wake you, as her mother
Complain
“Baby is sick
We could not sleep
A wink”
You think of breakfast
Only three pieces
Of potatoes remain
You call for tea
No sugar; and no water
Fault of tank
It has drained
Overnight, and leaked
Away from rust
You come to lunch
No “maggi”, no salt
And the rice failed
And don't forget
Baby is sick
One after one
The hospitals
List of prescription totals
Seven; and you cannot afford two
My friend that is the routine
Before each day
Last….
Aminu M. Hussain.
(12-7-1998.)
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