Written by Editor

At the fourteenth staircase
I met musical Dickson
The grandson of John Thomas
who has become a game
in many untelevised moments.

He said he has a plantation
I was curious about it
Then I asked in string-cord
‘the one our family built in those days? ‘
No. The one that monkey loves.

I ain’t a baboon
Why should I follow you!
Smiles. He said in sonorous lullaby
Are Bananas only meant for Monkeys?
Shocked. I love bananas though
Especially Manzano and Cuban Red!

I now felt some heavy memories
Then he asked again
How did you master the art of banana?
Smiles. My father first gave it to me
When I was young, at twelve.

Because he lost his job and honors
And mom couldn’t help
He developed blood pressure though asthmatic
Chuckled. Doctor gave it to my dad and I
Mom never loved it cos of her culture.

Dickson was very glad, jumping!
I was a little bit confused
Then he said again
‘I have banana plantation for you`
What type in particular? I asked
He just opened his tablet to show me.

It’s a new specie
Due to science and civilization
Its approach is really different
I don’t have to peel anything
And it will be sweeter than my dad’s

Then I asked again
Hope I won’t be scared?
He smiled again
Have you ever been scared of paradise?
I said no. My mom usually says
It’s the reward of believers hereafter.

Dickson took me to the plantation
And gave it to me
And I was singing while eating
Cos I was ruptured in euphoria
Then I asked for more, more and more.

After that recipe for happiness
I took some suckers with me
I found a better ground, like Dickson’s
To establish my own plantation
Cos Dickson is a cheerful giver, so magnanimous!
And I also have my ego to protect.

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.