I Married A Child


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I Married A Child

By Eunny

Sat 22 Apr, 2017 14:05:27 EAT
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I Married A Child

Oh woman of the South,
With a gaze that holds my sight,
Hair that falls to her back,
A rhythm for a voice,
Her hips make a sinusoidal wave when she walks.
The village heroine,
The girl of mama's dreams,
Betrothed to me without my consent.
Luck.

She wakes at the crack of dawn,
Scampers across the unwashed dishes,
Littering the floor with yester night's leftovers.
She hangs her wet pant on the bed's ream,
Which makes my pillow wet.
It stinks of rotten eggs,
Yet she still heads out.
I wake up to the cry of my son,
Malnourished and hungry,
Crying for his mother.
But where is she?

She's the darling daughter of the neighbourhood,
She camps at their door steps all day,
Eats with them, washes with them.
I lie hungry in bed all day,
Hungry for food and for the woman I married.
Oh mama,
With only a kanga around her waist,
She sits on men's waists and swings her waist,
Doesn't she care for their thirst?
What about their rising cocks?

The other day I passed by the market place,
Giggles and whispers reached my ears,
I was tempted to stop but I couldn't.
My heart was broken,
Ego was crushed,
Spirit was weakened.
She had laid my white cloth in the muddy rain,
I was heckled and cursed,
Labelled a spikeless porcupine.
She said I did not make her body shatter the way she wanted,
That my pinky couldn't reach her highest throne.
Oh mama, she called it pinky.
Is that the reason she sleeps in jeans?

Dear waves of the ocean,
Darling rays of the sun,
Oh mama,
You married me a child,
Dressed in huge clothes.
Do you see the change in me?
Do you?

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Comments

  • Chris
    hehe, super piece, you brought it out so clear
    361 wk ago
  • Nel
    Wow, nice piece right there. Good work lady of the West.
    361 wk ago
  • Kabako
    Incredible... Capturing and authentic...
    361 wk ago
  • Kabako
    Incredible... Capturing and authentic...
    361 wk ago
  • Kabako
    Incredible... Capturing and authentic...
    361 wk ago
  • Kabako
    Incredible... Capturing and authentic...
    361 wk ago
  • Kabako
    Incredible... Capturing and authentic...
    361 wk ago
  • Kosgey
    Utter mastery of the queen's lingo
    361 wk ago
  • Eunny
    Thanks Chris, Nel, Kabako and Kosgei. I'm humbled.
    361 wk ago
  • Jamlax Sanya
    Nice poem I like it
    361 wk ago
  • Tom Mwiraria
    Great job!
    361 wk ago
  • Mwanda
    poor guy...I feel his pain
    361 wk ago
  • Mwanda
    poor guy...I feel his pain
    361 wk ago
  • Hadassah
    Hehe..it's deep..keep it up..
    361 wk ago
  • Irene
    Well said. The piece is on its own class....good work Princess
    361 wk ago
  • Eunny
    Asanteni sana.
    361 wk ago
  • Lewis
    exactly
    361 wk ago
  • Wainaina
    Fantastic.
    361 wk ago
  • McOyugi
    on point. so fantastic
    361 wk ago
  • Wachiye
    Eunny you are so artistic
    361 wk ago
  • Gayle
    Hhhhhhmmm.......what can I say now??
    361 wk ago
  • Gayle
    Hhhhhhmmm.......what can I say now??
    361 wk ago
  • Nani
    "The woman of the South!f" She isn't of the West. Nice piece
    361 wk ago
  • Juliet
    Excellent piece
    361 wk ago
  • Immaculate
    What abt their rising cocks? Aunty niece piece
    361 wk ago
  • Rita
    Good one :)
    361 wk ago

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