A medieval scenery with a love twist.
The clan leaders sit in the front row
Some puffing on their pipes
And the lesser fathers behind them
The only group of people
With none bare footed
But all wearing
Sandals made of hide and skin
Waiting to see what goes on next
Torn between the dowry
Their daughters will earn them
Or what their sons will pay
But most of all
What it will cost them
To get a new younger wife
To add on the numerous numbers
That they already have.
On the other side,
Ladies are seated on mats
Bosoms clad in shawls
Covering their sagging breasts
Not thinking much about
What the daughters might fetch
Or the kind of new co wives
They are about to attain
Nor the kind of wives
Their sons might get
But the time it will all be over
So that they can go back
And attend to their chores.
The male youth,
All seeking for female counter parts
Are spread all over
Standing in groups
Eagerly enjoying
What the girls are flaunting.
All the nubile girls
Wearing beads all over
For hands and neck laces
With naked bosoms
Wriggle around
To the sound of drums
Teasing all males
From great grand fathers
To great grand sons
With the various succulent shapes
Of the space piercing organs
That God hung on their chests.
So Olo who needs a first wife
Is there too nurturing his ambition
Accompanied by his little Brother Odero
Who wears a rug of a short
And nothing on his chest
A symbol that
He is too young to marry
But has to be there
So that when the his time comes
He knows what to do.
Olo is clad in a short
And a floral shawl
With a knot Tied on one shoulder
Living part of his bare chest and nipple
Exposed as though
To expose the might
That his chest bears.
As his peers
Puff on raw Tobacco
He gets out of his pocket
A butt of a cigarette
That his Master had thrown
And lights it with a lighter
Yes, a lighter
A luxury of the colonial masters.
His friends look at him with envy
Not minding it that he stole the lighter
But giving a damn about the fact that
He is among the luck few
Kept as servants
To the colonial masters.
When he notices that
He has all the attention
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