Borders or Blue Ticks
Which would you choose?
Vs 1
Split by a country border,
I could only find your voice
At the Call Center
With no long queues, I rejoiced!
I dialed 10 digits
from the scrambled paper;
you put in your last letter,
where your naked picture
demanded attention from my little man
and ruptured my chest
In the night’s cold and lonely stature.
I dialed
With my fingertips in denial;
They needed a revival
Who cared? They could cry!
Baby-boo was there…
And now here:
“Hello, hello, wote menka?”
(Hello, hello, can you hear me?)
Baaba, mafe wo
(Baaba, I miss you)
Come back.
See me next week.
So that we will play our favorite music.
and dance.
The only sugar in my millet porridge.
The only mango on erh… on my cassava farm.
Time is up, the phone-men are coming.
Me do wo, enwurefi da
(I love you, never forget it.)
Vs 2.
Hello World! Its 2020.
Baby is an online messenger away.
But
Messages are ticked; blue and two
And not a reply, I’m going to turn blue.
Sitting with sentiment
I wonder,
Closer? Or a STRONGER BORDER?
Loving you was easier in the 80’s.
Thus, let’s go back
Take me to plain old txt messages
Drift us back to short-hand texts
LMOL and IMUM
Awaken our dead sparkle.
I prefer borders to blueticks!
