The Prostitute

Africa underdevelopment due to exploitation and Corrupt leadership

The Shebeen is her home
Her Womanhood is her gold
Here her hope lies like a patient on a sickbed.
Choices have never been her reality.

Yesterday she was young and energetic
Sweetness filled her honeypot
Tall, dark, short or fat she cared not
Choices have never been her reality
Others say, "No
It was just greediness".

In their numbers they queued,
Quenched their thirst on her,
Even feasted on her in their twos and threes,
Labelled her "Land of milk and honey",
Sucked and chewed off the honeycombs.
Till she sagged.

She could not escape Chlamydia, Gonorrhea eventually AIDS.
Now no man looked her way.
Pity and disgrace followed.
Days went by and bitterness filled her bones.
Or was it regret?
They had dumped the unwanted inside of her.

Today she is wasted
The Shebeen laughs to her face
Only memories remain.
Today she is with no offspring
She remembers the blood and bones flushed down the sewer pipes.
But the men who pounded on her live happy married lives.

TODAY AGAIN,
Fate eventually takes its toll God calls for her soul
What's left is
A rusty plate on a shallow grave with the inscription "Africa".


Author: Rutendo Changara
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Date: 09-04-2020

Author's Note

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