In five years,
Sipping kunu, no processed drinks
Just sunshine, close to the beach
Possibly Cape Town?
Uganda or maybe suburban Lekki?
In five years,
Sitting, newspaper flipping
Tilapia on burner,
sizzling,
getting flipped
Beautiful music played on vinyl
King Sunny Ade, high life soaking
In five years,
I picture myself blessed with love
Away from the towers and rusts
Back home in huts and on red soils
Savannah nights experienced daily,
Freely, and
brightly