By Oyoo Mboya.
I have watched their bodies writhe
Lost in the pleasures of a wet dream --
Along dimly lit corridors
Of once hostels
Now brothels
I have heard the screeching sound of lips
As embarrassed first kissers part
At the end of illicit sex sessions --
Late into the night
In filthy lavatories
Their love laboratories
I have seen their shadows
Bent in patterns of prayer
As they take their lust lessons --
In silent solitude
Of serene lawns
I have heard their butterfly hopes
Of holidays in Mexico
With their twins
The girl with mommy's dimples
The boy with daddy's muscles --
In the Nightingale's soothing voice
He sung to her the timeless tunes of Nerea
'Mungu akileta mtoto... analeta na sahani yake...'
So she condoned him for not condom-ing it...
Look!
She now lives in a shackle
The free hostels are history
Her lips, tasteless
The greenness gone
And her once curved contours
Now a sketch of a skeleton on sand!
No more flush toilets
To drown aborted dreams of the womb
So she buries them in a filthy pit
This barren garden of a waist-land
A wasteland.
The green lawns are no more
See, she sits on burnt fields
Pricked by sprouting thistles
The dreams to Mexico deferred
Her only wish is to journey
Away from her haunting past.
Nerea came --
Against the wills of the gods
Plate-less.
So she'll suffer
The hunger of parental love
Malnourished and fatherless!
The twins too,
The girl with mommy's blisters
The boy with daddy's plasters!
Oyoo Mboya is a poet from Eldoret. follow him on Facebook for more.
