Clenching his penis in the palm of his left hand He brandishes his manhood raising the other He points a finger to the night sky Acclaiming himself in an exultant cry and warns Come I am not afraid Urgent and sharp his name is called out Harida was behind the brisk assembly of moulding Blocks some distance away She preferred to relieve herself there It was cold The harmattan winds now blew at their harshest and On this particular night Harida finally Acknowledged the cold with a shiver She leaked her cracked lips and full-throated She vociferated And as they made their way back into the overcrowded Odenigbo church his retreating steps Felt as light as a fleeting dream It watched