When Father Fling
Ijaw fathers fling their babies
into the Ibadan River,
tubes in their navels,
faces cement-cold.
The ones that swim swim.
Mothers cheer
as their little Phelpses go.
Darwin's underwater show
Takes to the sky.
Yoruba fathers hurl their sons,
after puberty,
across the Atlantic, on
seven-hundred and forty seven fowls.
Everyone cheers,
no one weeps.
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