Moments in Artsville
(For Toyin Akinoso at 50)
Along with my pair of rims, I’m one in a million
of the imbibers that weekly and perennially scan
cues and moments like a residency in Artsville-
tit-bits at sunrise in a column enough to scale
Lethe’s alphabets into portals of awareness
Golden and jubilant, you are the Artsville’s
lord- purveyor of wrangling dreams and ideals
posted on page, stage and canvas from Lagos
to Cairo to Jo’bourg, as well as the yet unposted-
drummings, strummings, trumpetings
scribblings, sculptings, sightings
chatterings, mongerings, seethings
dispatches that are torch and tune ample to power
a plaza of ideas to mean more than an altar’s wafer.
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