Monday, August 26, 2013

UNRIPE TRANSACTION

Before I am 15 Papa has a new buyer
And Mama cannot halla
Because She sees a way out of suffer
I want some wooing from the boys
Still hang out with Amaka and Kafaya
Not some sale to an Uncle or GrandPa
Papa just stole my ‘HAPPILY EVER AFTER’

My YES or NO is off the table
As they erase my Wig and Gown
Peel off my Stethoscope and Syringe
Suddenly there’s a price on my pot
And they care not if I am hurt
How have I sinned against the gods?
That they watch this evil befall me

My unripe nectar already attracts prices
On my first or second paragraph comes their fullstop
Let the egg hatch before you want its yoke
Let the fruit be ripe before you dream its juice
Let the pot be ready before you seek its sauce
A little more, still needs Mama’s nurture
Please put me not through this torture

I hear voices in ‘The House’ shouting AYES and NAYS
To make me the article that satisfies their ways
To go in now would cause me great hurt
But this, they care not
These Vultures are now bold
My heart is heavy n cold
These big hands salivating for my small pot
Would pay any price to take me up North

Child to Bride, Gurl to Mother?!
That’s a big jump
If too little to hold a ballot paper
Why not little to wear your ring?
Allow me my tenure in the cradle
You that snatcheth of it
I’m not ripe for the aisle or your bed
I’m an immature street, you can’t come in now

I’m just a kid, not yet time to bleed
A lot of Mama’s care I still need
Papa and buyer show me some understanding
I have ripe sisters and there’s a roaster
They all before me, the tail of the row
So why ignore the queue
And disturb my cradle

Who do I run to, Who do I call on
When buyer is happy to pay
And Papa grateful to collect
And the AYES had it in ‘The House’
Father Lord I pray this Cup over me pass
Because I’m just a lass, still unripe is my ass
I pray this be a dream to wake up from
If this be some joke can it stop now
I am a Child not Bride; Girl not Mother

A lil scribble from a word artist…

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