With petering ejaculum, The nuzzle retreats from my tank. Only a few seconds of rumble, The government is satiated. And spent. . . Me. I cut the poor figure of a woman who took some time to undress, For

EIGHT LAGOSES November 2011; I was with the Federal Road Safety Corps in a Summit that was to prepare their officers and men to ensure safe year-end commutes around the country. Venue was Merit House,

The other morning, a young friend of mine came to visit. After pleasantries and stuff, I asked about his girlfriend – one in whose company he had visited me on two occasions at least. He dismissingly said