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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  • C Jordan on Nov 20, 2008

    A wonderful piece of writing that had me spellbound.

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