Death

 You could not wait

To devour me, 

Mr. Death

Come and meet me

At the hotel you said

You drooled and drooled

And I looked like a fool

I lied and say yes

I would see you and you smiled

And waited but not for me

For your death

I saw your death

Staring at me through the walls

Of your temporary kingdom

Aghast I said...

I knew this man, met him once. 

Pray, what killed him

To which someone replied

"Woman na im kill am"

I prayed and thanked heaven for sparing

Me from a painful death

Or a painful life.

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