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Aged too Soon

Should I say I envied my brother?
Whenever he sneaked you home
When time stood still as you mourned
When the double-decker shook
And every inch you flinched tightened my pants

Did I ever tell you how beautiful you were?
No, not beautiful, just sexually stimulating
That every time I saw you I did an x-ray on you
And had sex with you in my fantasies
No, you could never know that;
My bulge was always concealed
By tight triangular briefs

Did I tell you of the sleepless nights?
When even in your absence
The sheets still smelt of your presence
And the crickets stopped their chirps
As your ‘imetoooosha’ pleas boomed in my mind

Did I tell you of the many nights I dreamt of you?
Only to wake up in sticky sheets around my ass
Ohh shemeji, how I yearned for you
I could have given a pair of balls
Just to hear you mourn my name
Till now the vulnerability in that voice
As it said ‘imetooooosha’ still thrills me

Shemeji how quick the world has beaten you!
It was just yesterday I yearned for you
Today your nakedness can deflate my erection
You’ve aged shemeji. So quickly shemeji

Did you marry a man?
Please do and dump the beast
He’s squeezed the juice of life from your ass
It now sags like peels of skin on the back of a donkey’s balls
Your skin once radiant now a labyrinth of scratches and folds
My old shemeji how the world has beaten you!

She has left

Nyalego has left
She has gone back to her father’s home
She couldn’t stand all that shame at the market
Even children now know who she really is

She was caught naked on Odhiambo’s bed
A boy who was still in primary Eight
How could that bed bear her weight?
Nyalego has spoilt this village
Her husband says she has been into sexual pilgrimage
For a long time he hasn’t touched her pants
Kumbe Odhiambo was the one fulfilling her wants

The neighbors complained the bed squeaked so much
And the boy was rarely seen outside
He had a lot of inside job
The neighbors had long forgotten the color of his uniforms
And the path to school no longer knows the might of his steps

Nyalego has charm
For how could she bewitch the pastor’s only child?
For weeks the boy hasn’t reported to their home
Nor does he ask for money for upkeep
The pastor will drop Jesus and pick a machete
Nyalego should never come back

Odhiambo is still very young
To be learning reproduction practically
He said he only poked it with his finger
That’s how they do it digitally

Now Odhiambo has been expelled
Nyalego is out of sight
He is the only one,
Who’ll bear the weight of shame