she forgets she was hurt man
she turns a blind eye to her scars man,
and her heart!
she says her heart becomes a beating drum
she says the voices, amavoices in her head start to hum
hum all those love songs
emlanjeni, by the river…
mna ndihamba nawe, i will go with you
her skin suddenly glows
her eyes neh, they sparkle!
she says she feels it in her blood
tjo!!!
pins and needles on her whole body
thorns!
hayi, poison ivy man
poison ivy on her buttocks, she cannot sit down man!
i hear even her walking changes
different rhythm mfethu
she no longer walks, she jaivas!
she becomes hyper!
vuvuzelas and makarapas!
wena! she goes crazy that one!
it is not normal man…
it’s not in my culture
hayi! hayi! hayi!
look at her
everytime it happens, she transforms man…
an educated lady, an almost graduate
sisi becomes a school girl from the village
stupidly smiling and giggling
every time you contact her man,
just one letter bhuti!
but you must stop disturbing her man,
unless you are serious man!
hayi wena, stop playing games with her man!
*dedicated to my SA fam, Mzansi for sho!!! *
© wairema mathenge
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5 Comments
manyuira manyuira
mna ndihamba nawe……….
i may stop soon…
nice work mathenge
29 Sep
christine njeri
great piece of work. sounds like music to the ear
30 Sep
val
i lav the africaness in this piece awesome
6 Oct
Orato Kevin
Gotta agree with Val!
8 Nov
vitor vkey
its very awesome goooooooooooooooooooood work
27 Jan
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