It started eons ago.
A love affair.
A simple seduction starting with a
cross.
Our mother fell for it just like the
many other maidens in our father’s harem.
Ah! The father we profess to hate but
love spending time with.
Why are we refusing to see?
The affair still goes on.
‘I am free of him’
Mother keeps saying.
What kind of closure happens behind
closed doors then?
With the very man you claim to be
free of?
I am half-breed
Not that I like it
But mother’s mistakes must be paid
for.
The riches he took for himself as
bride price
He claims to be paying back as
alimony.
As if we would be blind to the
courtship dance that still goes on.
Mother! Please move on already!
Mother Ghana, when will you stand on
your own feet?
Genius!!!!!
ReplyDeletethank you Albert.
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