The heavens wept like a widow We, Squeezed. Packed like fishes headed for sokoto Six of a kind in bilabial negotiations Lingual bullets hit me Foreign fish - jjc Pretty and sour Smiles and straight face Perhaps I am included Or noosed to a conversation With the impatient rear wheels And gleaming asphalt Reminding me of my transit to *oko-ita *A locality in Akwa-Ibom, South eastern Nigeria