ZANGA by Jamiu Ahmed


ZANGA 

The hideous nuthouse of putrid tillagers
The bedlam of bedridden; pretty asylum pub
Where weeds outgrow the hands of the lighters
Like wildfire spreading on a raving smoking farm


The funny farm of endless awaiting craziness
Cultivating seeds on a fertile insanity meadow
Nurturing the lasting moment of heated gases
The moment spent with angels in royal highness

The loony bin built with muddy hearthstones
The cuckoo's nest of narcotic fibre sniffers
The inner cave of lung damaging addictions
The booby hatch of hempen necktie junkies


The quarantine of the forgotten; the living dead
The grave of the dead at home, but alive in the city
The meeting point of the lost, broken and vain hopes
The crowded market of clueless buyers and sellers

The shrine of myriad fire gods and goddesses
The dragons with protrude eyes of embedded fire
With craters mouth; the eruption of burnt dreams,
Puffing flames as if life is dependent on the fumes

©® Jamiu Ahmed

Zanga is a smoking 🚬 joint here in Lagos, where gods and goddesses of fire 🔥 meet to burn their dreams into ashes of memories.




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