October 24, 2024

by RICHARD PHIRI

COMMITTED VIRGIN

Pull my slacks down, high society.

Inspect,

            my naïve pudendum,  

            greedy libido on the edge.

Still milky, greeny betrothed

impeding in her pubescence,

            Sensual, or chaste, eyes.

Cup both my ears from guffaws

ejaculating from debauchees.

            Yesterday, a misty dream repeated,

            but Father says I wait,

till only her I wed.

*

NSIMA

Poto sooted black, like midnight

   Flames roar, glowing logs crack

      Demanding madzi to simmer.

         I know who hid the stirrer.

Bring it out, Akhoza;

Place the mirror down, and

Draw closer.

Feel the seethe.

                           Allow the fireplace grime mess you

                    as black as the straight Peruvian adding

          volume to your hair.  

Drop your stiff knees, 

                            blow the dying fire.

                            Bubbles!    

                            Sizzles out!

Rain the maize flower, sister. 

Let’s stir together.

There, 

White as snow, tender as your nipple.

Banja, sink your fingers in our staple.

*

Incest

Cage him not, you virgins.

        Blame his deeds on the conjurer instead,

watch your thighs and yearnings,

        too, the urge will violate your body.

Shall you sleep with yourselves?

                        Or your daughters.

                        Misozi will heal, she’ll grow.

Her flat nipples will grow succulent.

Her dark skin shall feel supple, and glow,

I will teach her waist to sway, and bend,

                         From head to toe, 

                         She will be new like before.

So, let him come back once more to my bedroom,

With our bodies and daughters,

                         we belong to men.

At only 2,

Misozi will grow unsullied again.