Friday Poem: The Naira Waltzes to Konko Below

The naira can dance,
watch her,
the naira can dance,
watch her
lift her legs to dance instructions–
thunder!
and she raises her left leg
to an EMG blip
and down
Bureau de Change down.

The naira can dance,
watch her,
the naira can dance,
watch her,
better than a pole-inclined
barely-clad indigent student
the naira can dance.

The naira can work a pole
rippling from its top to bottom
never vice-versa,
never.

The naira can dance
better than your Agbor dancer
the fresher the mint on her
the more crisp and clinical
her steps are.

The naira can dance,
damn! She can
to Etighi and Swo,
she has perfected that
snake-in-the-monkey-shadow poise
riveting hand movements like
a snake-charmer
& that final droop,
spelt drop.

The naira can dance,
watch her,
the naira can dance,
better than your Agbor dancer
she can salsa, cha-cha,
what about the Kwasa Kwasa?
that she has also mastered
but her speciality?
Say no more.

Have you seen the naira
waltz to Konko Below?
Have you watched the naira
take instructions from global Lagbajas?

The naira knows to pace
the Bata,
the naira knows the call
& the answer
the naira knows to prance
for her lord,
afterall dance, too, is just one word.