Flirting and Disaster

I wink at the festival ground,
you smile in return,
my fringes on your shoulder, in your hair,
I get your number in return-
flirting with disaster

is the most thrilling game to play.
“Yanga dey sleep, trouble come wake am,”
a text, a reply,
a few tips from Abdul and Ola
and the alchemy is complete.

No strings,
No stress,
No coercion nor coaxing.
But disaster comes knocking;
“I’m two weeks late” she says.

Younglan Talyoung