Mama lied
I still remember the sincerity and hope her eyes harboured then
She used to say not to be like Titi whose budding breasts had been felt by Ade, Ayo and John. It wasn't a rumour that few fingers had felt her through her panties; we were between age 8 and 10 and still growing.
Mama used to say sit with closed laps, do your homework, don't dance to "dadubule"; i used to come 2nd or 3rd in class, she said I was different, she said to study and finish school an keep my virginity;
She said Princes, Senator's sons, men of character and wealth would come for me when i did well.
Her eyes had beamed.
But now I realised that mama lied.
I hid behind the glass door as I watched Titi come in through my father's gate
News of her sexual escapades were no news in our town, I heard she had dropped out of school.
Now we are between age 24-26.
But then again, every landlady including Mama had attended her wedding on the Island.
Now, they said Titi had been blessed;
Her blissful marriage to a business Tycoon was no News.
I gasped when her husband strode in behind her, their newborn baby wrapped in pink shawl cradled in his arms,
My kind of man: tall, dark with strides exuding authority, the kind I'd only met in my daydreams.
Titi was glowing.
The draining mouth of her miad had flooded the town with tales of how Titi's husband adored her and how he had reshaped Titi's life.
Mama lied
Titi was no virgin yet married to a prince of our time.
Titi was no graduate.
I remember how John's fingers had found their ways into my favourite cream-coloured panty last night before I remembered we are both job-seekers.
Mama lied that the good girl gets it all
Mama lied that school would serve it all for you on a platter of gold
I'm here in papa's house ready to grab even a bit served with dried leaves.
I still remember the sincerity and hope her eyes harboured then
She used to say not to be like Titi whose budding breasts had been felt by Ade, Ayo and John. It wasn't a rumour that few fingers had felt her through her panties; we were between age 8 and 10 and still growing.
Mama used to say sit with closed laps, do your homework, don't dance to "dadubule"; i used to come 2nd or 3rd in class, she said I was different, she said to study and finish school an keep my virginity;
She said Princes, Senator's sons, men of character and wealth would come for me when i did well.
Her eyes had beamed.
But now I realised that mama lied.
I hid behind the glass door as I watched Titi come in through my father's gate
News of her sexual escapades were no news in our town, I heard she had dropped out of school.
Now we are between age 24-26.
But then again, every landlady including Mama had attended her wedding on the Island.
Now, they said Titi had been blessed;
Her blissful marriage to a business Tycoon was no News.
I gasped when her husband strode in behind her, their newborn baby wrapped in pink shawl cradled in his arms,
My kind of man: tall, dark with strides exuding authority, the kind I'd only met in my daydreams.
Titi was glowing.
The draining mouth of her miad had flooded the town with tales of how Titi's husband adored her and how he had reshaped Titi's life.
Mama lied
Titi was no virgin yet married to a prince of our time.
Titi was no graduate.
I remember how John's fingers had found their ways into my favourite cream-coloured panty last night before I remembered we are both job-seekers.
Mama lied that the good girl gets it all
Mama lied that school would serve it all for you on a platter of gold
I'm here in papa's house ready to grab even a bit served with dried leaves.
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