Night
in Africa (best story poem) by Connor Deeks
The
1986 Suzuki Samurai rattles
To
a halt on a dusty
Bumpy
road in the middle of
Our
long journey from England
To
Cameroon, we remember all
The
fun times we had as
We
sit in the darkest night
Surrounded
by the darkest people in
The
darkest country on the darkest
Continent in the
world. They surround.
It may cost me
my life to leave
The car, it
might cost me my life
To stay in the
car. Nigeria
Is a violent
country filled with
The un-violent
violent,
It’s about
religion of course.
I step out and
they notice;
Some get closer,
but no one speaks.
I walk into the
crowd, fearful…
I spring from my
feet and start
to shout and to
cheer.
Hundreds follow
my lead.
From cheers I go
into a U-S-A
Chant; everyone
follows suit.
From U-S-A I go
into a O-S-U
Chant; everyone
follows suit.
From hostility
to follow-the-leader
In a matter of
seconds,
In a place where
the one rule is
Never drive at
night,
I changed the
end of my life
Into the
defining and most memorable
moment of my
life.
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