The Tastebud Charmer
Today we welcome yet another poet to our Poet’s Corner. This quiet poem hints at the possibility of world peace (in my twisted interpretation). Written by Edwin (@edgothboy) for your quiet entertainment.
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IYA BASIRA
The sweet scent of gbegiri soup
Wafts to me as I straddle the bench
Washing my hands over the basin
In Iya Basira’s dingy shack
Perched precariously by the road
It’s a curious looking monstrosity
With arms of rusted zinc
And a skeleton of crumbling wood
Here rank and status disappear
And rich corrupt officials struggle with peasantry
For a place in Iya Basira’s line
Squatting amidst billowing clouds of agbada
washing dirty plates to the
Embarrassment of nouveaux riche wives
The amala is torrid but soft
And the gbegiri soup, bewitchingly sweet
Men, enraptured by discordant flavours swear
Its sweetness is bested only by that of intercourse
Housewives whisper tales of fetish practices
Stews laced with human blood
Amala wrought with powdered skulls
Iya Basira smiles coyly
Neither affirming nor negating
And men flock in droves
To test their heads against
The food seller’s juju
I dive into my soup
Scooped up with handfuls of obsidian amala
But her food is not my only pull
Like a farmer who admires his crops
In another’s market stall
I come to watch others revel,
In delights that are mine to share
Savouring the culinary expertise of Sadiya
My wife, the tastebud charmer.
LOL! This is cooool… you had my mouth watering at some point!
+1 for the nice twist!
Lol! nice
Poundololololol
LOLOLOL. The timeliness of this post is just SUBlime.
*rolling to the farm*
See as u take describe food finish for here, u like food sha and ur wife go pound yam tire.. Lol
Ehn, we go pound am chop am togeda. As well as oda tinz. 😀
Awwwwww! Loved the last line. 🙂
I like this.
I missed the pounded yam madness! :'(
Love that twist though… (Y)
Nice 1. As someone said earlier my mouth was watering at some point. Didn’t think amala cud be described in such tantalizing terms.
Ah! So you don’t like amala too?! I thot I was….
Of course you’re not the only one.
Lovely.
Oh my… I love this.. All of it..
Sweet..
My guy.now you’re doing the ryt stuff.splash your name all over it
Iya Basira in poetry? *calls Styl-Plus* The End is near.
Lovely piece yo!
“Like a farmer who admires his crops
In another’ s market stall” nice
I like this!!!e
I like this!!!
Trés bien Eddie!
lovely! wasn’t gonna read it(poetry wears me out sometimes), but the comments drew me in. pretty flowery language too.
Lol, eddy, this is a fucking classic. Mama Put never sounded this good.
This is so beautiful. In the descriptive stylishness of this poem, lies it’s beauty.
Iya Bas for short. Hehehe. I really like this o. Ahnahn 🙂
”And the gbegiri soup, bewitchingly sweet” is definitely my favorite line. Lol
@highlandblue: I’m actually indifferent abt it, pounded yam is wat I love. But this poem made me want to go eat it ASAP.
Or rather *indifferent to it* whichever is right ¯..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯