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That Bastard

That Bastard

With grace and youthful bounce, he walks my way
His teeth sparkling white, his eyes twinkling
This man is so charming!
I blush with virginal grace as his eyes devour my shape
I see his raw desire and hide my face
For the first time i’m conscious at the state of my dress
My favorite dress
My young flourishing curves his eyes caress
But he does not reach and touch; as i expect
Instead he takes
My hands away from my face
And shows me a small pool of water that shows me!
Gods! And this one is small and fits in my small fist
Can he tell my heart is already his?

I do want to be beautiful for him
He calls me his nubian queen
And gives me things that belong to a king
His cultured baritone takes away all my reason
I just want to please him
So i lie on my back, welcome his weight, part my thighs
And give him my heart, my jewel, my life
He takes me over completely; is it hypnosis?
or maybe ignorance or virginal innocence
No matter, he changes my rags to real clothes
Takes me from my parents’ mud hut into a real home
They complain; but i do not listen
A lot more shiny things, toys that speak called mobile phones
Makes me learn his language; mine is no longer acceptable
Teaches me not to eat on the floor; bring it the table
Tells me to raise my head in the presence of men
Except him; because he owns me then

I just want to please him
And i speak like him; i’m so cultured
What does a little rudeness to pa and ma matter?
They are stuck in the past; this man is the future
I am happy; i think, and i laugh fake laughter
Slowly, ever so slowly, everything begins to shatter
The clothes he gave me he takes them back, replaces them with rags
Says my nudity is perfect
But the strings and ropes he makes me wear now are plastic
The sex is much more violent and graphic
A camera’s always in the room
Videos; for an imaginary uncle named youtube
I wear hair that never belonged to me;

And i just want to please him
So i learn new things; styles, so i can tease him
Please him; because he stays away now; more and more
Says my breasts are now flat, i make them firmer
My thighs are too fat; i make them thinner
‘Your native songs are old!’ he screams. ‘Play something newer!’
We eat food with funny names, out of nylons and paper
They taste very sweet; but i now am fatter
I see myself in the mirror; i do not know me anymore!
He used to be worth it; but now its just harder
And he’s stopped calling me his queen; that makes me so sad
Names like bitch! And Ho! Silly hooker thrown all over the place
And when i complain; he laughes and says ‘It’s what you deserve.’
Isn’t that you in the video, dancing nude with no reserve?’

And i tried to please him
It took me all over the world; from the little room in
which we used to be intimate;
Shared me with the world through the internet
So i cover my face; now in true shame
Shedding late tears over lost innocence
I go back home; but it’s not home anymore
It was not me he wanted; it was what my people had
Giving them whisky in return for their land
Making them drunk; stupid and envious of each other
Now they have carts that move with no one pulling them
Stereo systems that allow me no rest
The noise is so scary!
What happened to the beautiful silence?
And when i complain or talk, they thank me for i sacrificed,
The beauty of machines and material wealth in exchange for a human mind
It’s all my fault…no, i was a victim
A victim of that manipulating bastard called CIVILIZATION


14 responses

  1. excellent piece

    November 26, 2012 at 7:30 am

  2. Umari Ayim

    Nice one Seun. I was almost carried away. Civilization did not come without its price.

    November 26, 2012 at 7:59 am

  3. kaycee

    You’ve outdone your self here again, my friend.
    This is an award winner.

    November 26, 2012 at 8:41 am

  4. Well… I should flog myself for painting the picture of some raunchy, old slave master, until… Booom! It hit me like a bolt of thunder… Civilization!!! That is it, bah?!

    Man, this writing go pay the bills o. Weda he like am or not! Lol

    November 26, 2012 at 11:57 am

    • Thank you so much man! Thank you.

      From your mouth into God’s ear.

      November 26, 2012 at 12:17 pm

  5. But the woman as the victim sha ooo, *rolls eyes* Why can’t the woman be the villain and the man the abused? (just saying). This is deep :d

    November 27, 2012 at 12:59 pm

    • Well. Ask the men you know.

      Thank you man.

      November 27, 2012 at 11:09 pm

  6. Interesting piece!

    December 25, 2012 at 11:53 pm

  7. M


    July 8, 2013 at 10:45 am

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