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OMO OLOSAN (orange Seller) A Poem by ahmstrng(m): 8:49pm On Oct 15, 2016 |
this is a poem written by a wonderful blogger on the struggles of rape and child abuse.. She torments me Day and night she torments me She makes me soil my knickers every night, Sweet pain from the pleasures tickled in my dreams, Those buttocks torment me Even with the baggy gowns she wears I can still make out the clap of her buttocks Every time she walks by Her tray of oranges balanced on her head, She makes my walking difficult And I have to pretend all was well I have to pretend I felt no warmth when I give her the 200 naira note, Whispering to her to keep the change While she flashes her toothy smile at my mother Thanking her for her benevolence She didn’t notice me, she wouldn’t notice me But I know she knows So I lured her in That faithful afternoon While the grounds are being moistened by the rain, She followed me willingly She followed me like a sheep meant for slaughter She followed me like an offering Smiling and flaunting her gap teeth The beast in me was awakened The demons in me possessed me I slaughtered her! I took what I thought she offered I sucked her sweet oranges to the point of soreness Her pleas were like buzzes from a stubborn fly They were drowned with slaps and blows She was fierce She fought me well But she wanted it, didn’t she? I made sure I spilled my seed in her Hot and slimy, And I smacked my lips from thirst abated, Her baggy clothes were on the floor In shreds And she was cowering on my bed Looking lost, but the fierce look was still there My zipper was still undone as I made to fling her clothes at her She wouldn’t wear it She rose from the bed, Naked like the day she was molded The beast in me was reawakened But the cold fire in her eyes stopped me She walked naked out of my room And she left her tray of orange on my doorstep And she opened the gate without the help of Kasali And she walked into the street like that And she kept walking while I followed at a safe distance, And she walked against the traffic And she walked against the jeers of market men And the cries of market women And she walked on and on and on Until a big trailer came from nowhere to end everything Everything became mashed flesh in a minute! people gathered around the driver, Curses and tears filled the air The blood, the blood was everywhere! I ran blindly home My legs were heavy but I ran still Her tray was still on the doorstep Kasali rushed to carry it and flung it Into the nearest bin My secret was safe with him The bloodstained bedspread and the tattered baggy clothes were burnt to ashes by Kasali I was free And she stopped coming into my dreams every night Her shadows keep me company now. :source http://kanzahsays.com |
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