Magic Tail


Then, again,
After Uncle K.’s fingers have finished with poking his manners
Up your asshole and he has gifted you a lollipop for blowing
His circumcised bigness,
And as your mother wails to Jesus at the arms of your daddy
Who is dazed at this unAfrican thing,
Gosh,
You will shy away into Luthuli Avenue’s public toilet and, 10 bob poorer,
Unzip your disappointing phallus free, daydream it to be
MaJitu’s magic tail
And thwack the urinal mothballs to smithereens.

10ml of burning yellowness later, it will not matter to you
The spoils of struggle: only triumph. Any relief!

If only you could whack Uncle K. away with your magic tail and shred fraternity
Asunder, your mother would sniffle clear and slap her brother too.
Maybe your daddy would give Ubuntu no fuck
And break the neck of Uncle K.

If only you could whack Uncle K. away with your magic tail!

Then
You’d always whip out your willy at urinals and swat Uncle K.’s sad blue flies,
Squeeze your bums tight and jerk off with magical oomph
All of your mother’s brother’s unAfricaness!

Then.

© Oluoch-Madiang’, 2015

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