#THELAZYNIGERIANYOUTH

This past week I have been lazily signing autographs of my collection of rejected poetry, The Whole of Kenya in a Quartz Clock. Maybe (just maybe), I will send an autographed copy of my book to Ali who is still pretending to repair my laptop, Mesioye.

Like ruminating goats, we laze on the front steps of our house, languid — watching time fly before our eyes. Junior has a book open in his laps as he tries to herd his crooked teeth to where he thinks they belong. I stretch out beside him, launching goat droppings off the veranda with the tip of my…