I watched it –

his dramatic face backing
the unceremonious drop of the sun down
the mangroves          

speedboats and frothing waters
ski-masked men spitting bullets
into the air

the swollen skin of a Filipino dulled
in patches of red and blue

23 other Filipinos
bruised and bound like bundles of firewood 

sipping Pepsi
I watched  –
like many Nigerians used to thrillers.