I guess I've not really sit
to ponder what my last day alive would be;
maybe it would be in Ilorin city
by a car accident, or in a meeting
while I'm eating, lying, writing or,
as you ought to have known before
in Paris,
my wish,
while I'm with a circle of cliques
or painfully gasping for sick breath as my spirit leaves?
What if today was my last?
—at least I got this far.
Jọba