Friday
Imabong Faminu@imabongfaminu
5 months ago
It is a a Friday night
And the night life awakens
Chairs and tables; tarps and umbrellas
Stages are set; Cellars are stocked
Refrigerators are filled and re-filled
Barbeques and Suya 'a sizzling
'Point and Kill' points 'a ready
And the spicy hot pepper soup is waiting
With a side of Nkwobi and ugba
Kaza and nama and Barracuda roasted in aluminium foil
Or do you care for the continental, international or the down right out-of-this-world 'al'
Where bizarre fare is set before your eyes
Frightening even your palate into numb silence
Creatures of earth and sea never before seen on a human plate
Adorning the night kitchens
For the dare devils and thrill seekers
What of the liqueur?
With unpronounceable names
Aged they say like 'fine wine'
Sold like museum artefacts at Christie's
What will you have Sir?
Is the smiling waiter's anthem
With starched uniforms and fake smiles
Or the bottle girls with their prepared speeches
Of why their liqueur is more elegant or of finer quality
Eyes alert for high tips
And a 'good day' for the bar
The live band strum guitars
And test their beat
The jazz band and trumpeters rehearse
While back up singers tune and tone
Lap dancers and pole dancers
Don their skimpy wear and ware
Preparing the night's entertainment
For them, all in a day's work
For some hapless ones, an opportunity to 'paint the town red' aka have a goooood time
The night zone areas
Famous for those who know that know
Where women of easy virtue
Seek men with pockets of easy virtue
'Assisting' them in the emptying of wallets
Easily filled with easy cash
Quickly gotten quickly disposed
And 'declared' upon plates of food and bottles of drink
Destined for the white thrown seat
Lost in the squelching filthy sea
Like countless others sent before
Wandering from one 'joint' to the next
Mortgaging their destinies away
For a bowl of soup or a piece of ass
Filthy lucre as the holy book says
It's a Friday night
And everyone has his place
Some itch for home and family and rest
Some seek escape from the daily and weekly grind
Dancing, eating, drinking or ****ing the night away
Some don the night garb and morph
From day job to night job
Some aimless and rudderless
See no difference any which way
To each his own to do as they please
On another weekend Friday night
© Faminu Imabong, 2024
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