BUKA MAN

 

 

By

Afam Akeh

 

 

 

Far from the monstrous cost 

of well-laid tables, I sit, listening 

to the lies of jocund buka folks 

and wondering how well I am fed
on my truly lean pocket. 

I am a denizen of the buka; 

even the fierce flies know my face. 

I strut in and out of them, proud 

like a be-medalled ex-serviceman.
I am a loyal buka man, 

have learnt to do without 

the uniformed smugness of waiters.

Buka women smell like their food.
they do not wear aprons

and have no use for make-up;

buka women loon like their bukas

The buka is my refuge;

outside this haven of the palmwine,
life is snobbish, like a five-star hotel.

 

 

Commentary

The poem is a lucid comparison of artificial modernity characterised by former hotel urban life to the vital and natural living conditions of urban and rural poor pictured in the buka (local eating places) and drinking shacks. The poet does not hesitate to show is commitment to the latter (Buka), and his disgust for the former (five star hotel).

 

 

Afam Akeh

Afam Akeh was born in 1962. He studied Political Science in the University of Ibadan, and functioned actively with the Poetry Club in Ibadan. His poems which are both ecstatic as well as penetrative appeared in many newspapers and journals in Nigeria. This poem was taken from Johnson et al, New Poetry from Africa, 1996″.

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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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