No foreword
No preface
No author’s note
No forewarning –
Just two short stories
For your reading pleasure
For one, I guess, you’ll be fine
For the other: my disclaimer
Should someone crack their ribs.
It was meant to be a seven-lobe kola offering
But 2020 was fast-forwarding schemes to leave me empty handed
Which was why I had to plead with Baba God –
I will not be at the cross-over night, tonight
But please, baba God,
Bear me still on eagle’s wings
Beyond where that one-night stand would have taken me
As I prepare the other lobes
Of the print edition
For the world to chew.
H A P P Y N E W Y E A R
aihuomaimminentriver 