In that small hovel
with tinted fossils of mosquitoed walls and the poor vent
that oozes sweat like blood.
Then came the loud knock
followed by the moan of the rickety door that erect a sudden hate in my heart.
“Welcome,” I heard mother greeted with her weak aging voice.
Grooping in the dark for matches
And the massive silhouette approaching with a lustful smile on his face.
His first port of call
is at my outstretched legs,
hard on my feet like a cabbie applying his motor brakes.
I growled aloud and heard his feigned grief:
“O sorry boy”.
It has always been the same
All night, every night, last night and this night.
He soon crawled like a lizard to the bed that gave a tired moan.
Light is put out to conceal unrighteousness.
Suddenly, silence ceased.
Rough sounds of clothes I hear
followed by the moan of pain and pleasure that distrupt my gentle sleep.
I could not contain my loath for the night, so I rose like a pole,
towering above the sinning pair;
two dark images entwined into darkness.
Mother saw me first
and staggered for her wrappers.
“WHAT…WHAT…”, She barked like a shameless dog.
I stood there uncompromising, unblinking till I found my voice
filled with pain and disgust.
“I could not sleep’, I said
“AND THIS NOISE….”
“WHAT NOISE”, he fired, startled from the break of ecstacy.
He struggled with his cloths
then slam the door hard on the frame.
“WHAT AGAIN SON?”,she asked.
sensing the shame and painful tears in her shaking voice.
“WE HAVE NO CHOICE”, she pressed further, clutching me to her sweated body.
“WE HAVE”, I retorted, backing off from her embrace with tears now streaming down my face.
“THERE IS little money to START TRADING, I said. “Petty trading than the shame of all night with a foolish visitor”.