With Love from my Toto*
Did they not chook** me with their cacti
and fill me with bilious waste – those
whose scrota should be jaundiced with
stings from wayward bees?
Did they not claw me with callous talons
and grip my vexing veins – those
whose hands will remain guests
to rheumatoid rust?
Did they not mock my wailings
and cause my teeth to gnash – those
whose nights should witness
harmonies of terrors and bitterness?
Did they not defile my thighs
and maul my breasts – those
whose paths will forever
quake with anguish?
Did they not tear me apart
and watch my navel suffocate – those
who should be bobittised with blunt scalpels?
Some pricks should be snacks for hungry hyenas.
poem by Chris Ogunlowo ***
* Nigerian Pidgin for vagina.
* * The equivalent of fuck in Nigerian Pidgin English, usually used to exaggerate coital thrust.
*** Written in response to the recent infamous rape case that went viral in Nigeria last week. Chris is a Nigerian blogger and copywriter.