The cost of a "HI"

-
He said hi
And I ignored it
I hastened my walk
He shouted hi again as if it was his right
“Didn’t you just hear what I said,” he asked
“I said hi,”
“hi” I said
“unaringa, na wewe hata si msupuu!”(full of pride and you are not even beautiful!)
I walked on………… he followed
Now scared, I stood and asked! What the hell do you want?
He just stood there with an evil grin, “I said hi, naukaniringia!” he said
And my heart went crazy… beating as if she wanted to run away
I should have paid attention
Then my legs failed me at a time I needed them the most
It all happened all at once… within a blink of an eye I was on the ground
And my ears were all attentive to the slightest of movement
Every movement was five times louder like the sound of a gun going blast
Me landing on the ground, the zipper opening, the scratches I put on his skin, my screams
I even heard my teardrops landing on earth
He tore my panties like they were pages of an exercise book
Pushed him inside me again… and again…
Disgusting sweat dripping from his chest to mine
I blamed God for making me so weak
Nobody came to save me… just my tears flooding the place
My soul ran away, scared and hid, my spirit turned her back
He slowly killed me, ignored my pleads
He tossed and turned me like I was some pancake
Slapped me like I was some dough
And when he was done
He pulled out and laughed at his victory!
Hurt I still lay on the ground… All I could do was cry
And he spat on me and said
You should have said Hi!


© Namatsi Lukoye

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Disrupt - Who am I

-
Image
Often the universe leads us to paths that lead us to new roads - I recently went to a the land of seeds; thanks to Hivos. Here are the poems I wrote for Disrupt. Who am I I am a seed in the soil A farmer in the field The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge I am here and I have something to say No pain no gain but this train I ride is too long The rain I see, fall is too plain It fills me with needless pain Ni usiku wa manane giza kote imeenea Amelala shujaa, mkulima – kesho ifike jembe akashike Si usingizi mzito ni ule wa kudukuadukua Ule wa kuhofia – wa kufikiria Kidogo amelala, kidogo anaamka wasi wasi – kila mara Tukajajua mja huyu ni  bingwa! Kwani sote twamtegemea Vita ametupigania – chakula mezani kifike -  lazima nimzungumzie He stands alone – feels alone – looks for hope Stripped of rights  In a country so rich I am a seed in the soil A farmer in the field The seed company I am the link – I am the bridge I am here
Read more

Love Is Not A Fight by Warren Barfield

-
Love is not a place To come and go as we please It's a house we enter in Then commit to never leave So lock the door behind you Throw away the key We'll work it out together Let it bring us to our knees Love is a shelter in a raging storm Love is peace in the middle of a war And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for To some, love is a word That they can fall into But when they're falling out Keeping that word is hard to do Love will come to save us If we'll only call He will ask nothing from us But demand we give our all I will fight for you Would you fight for me? It's worth fighting for
Read more

Tick Tock Tick Tock

-
Image
Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking I feel my ovaries jumping up and down in celebration I feel the tubes smoothness in preparations of the seed This seed saved up for just this day… this seed what they call blessing Oh this seed that will maybe carry my eyes, my smile, my legs or may be my beautiful small breasts This seed… I feel the maternal clock ticking tick tock tick tock Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking I feel it in my brain… it flashes like the sound of a nice song I see it in little baby Sean… when he smiles at me I see it in his big white and black eyes… and the beautiful chuckle he make when I play with his tummy I felt in beautiful baby Natalie, when her soft hands touched mine I felt it when I touched my best-friend's tummy…. It’s somewhere in that curve Yes my maternal clock is ticking tick tock tick tock Tick tock tick tock I hear the maternal clock ticking I see it in his face… every time he leans forward
Read more