So I got a new job in a law firm on the Lagos Island. Three days into the structured life, I realized my creativity seemed to be going nowhere. And in a panicky vision, I saw years of office drudgery without an option for creative writing. Of course, I had plenty to write, and plenty to create—what else do we do law firms? But drafting pleadings, while it may put food on the table, does not bring a pleasing satisfaction to the senses.
I prompted myself to work: write, guy, write. And on a morning, on my way to work in a bus, it occurred to me that the office life was a potential area to be explored in my writings. I started with poetry: Office Jazz!
OFFICE JAZZ: Mergers and Acquisitions | By Ayo Sogunro
I first saw her by the copier machine:
Her features, tight and serious—but with lips of passion.
A brisk glance at me, the new boy in the office
And I fell in sacred longing—that glance was suffice
Her specialty lay in Companies and Takeovers:
A proud feminist—no sympathy for lovers.
But she had a smile, and a witty banter
There was no acquiring—but you could merge with her
I planned my takeover by the ancient books:
The slight touch, the brush past—and the penetrating looks.
I could have saved myself the trouble I had to go through
All it took was my smile—and my eyes that spoke true
At the copier machine again, a sleight of hand:
Her nipples—pink—emerged from its lacy band.
She sighed again as we shifted in position
She thought it was a merger—I called it ‘Acquisition’