Aji,
Ajoba,
wooden armchairs,
creak.
Aji,
Ajoba,
wooden beds,
squeak.
.....
Ajoba,
at windows,
in armchair,
combs beard,
bald head
unspecked of hair;
sometimes with fingers bare,
other times with combs square;
Aji lolling in
wooden bed,
makes faces,
dislikes beards;
'You look better shaved,'
says Aji as
Ajoba was on wedding day;
chuckles Aji:
'Is it Omar Sharif outcrop?
A Nasee Babu moment?
A Tuka option?'
Lighting a cigarette,
Ajoba responds smokily:
'A reluctance to lather a shave,
put blade to beard,
a fear of mirrors,
a beard without a face
is solace,
me never gave you
till date.'
Aji ran Ajoba beard.
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