Dying on a road in Lagos

There was no light
at end of the tunnel
the colour of a dying sun
They said there would be
but they lied

I just lay
on a tarmac burnt
by an angry sun

Sounds
car horns shrieking
high like furious babies

There shall be no peace
to swaddle me in
rocking me on

7.First Steps

How strange it is
to see him walk
waddling really
like a giant pigeon
crippled

crossing
the expanse of land
green like summer grass
between the living room
and the kitchen

He falls
a mass of yellow jammies
A picture of Dipsy (could it be Tinky Winky?)
staring ferociously
smeared into the ground

He gets up
Waddles
Livingstone on an exploration
discovering what was
before he came.