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Saturday, September 6, 2008

2 A.M. Souvenir

My father,

After

enjoying many a bottle of Tusker
enjoyed waking us
in the middle of the night
with loud, thinly-veiled threats
of disownment
while
with authority proclaiming
that we, his girls
were not worthy to carry his father's name
and instead, belonged solely to our mother

But before

my pre-teenage self
could courageously attempt
at a retort,

Would say, again and again,
"You will come back to me, all of you -
crawling"

15 years have come and gone
I am yet
to go down on my knees.

- All Rights Reserved
©, N.L., 2008

6 comments:

Rethabile said...

I remember Tusker.

Tafsiri Hii said...

Yes! It is "brewed to go with the good times". Apparently.

Hope you had some nyama choma as well; goes down very well with Tusker.

paisley said...

i will never understand the unrepentant parent.. i have two of them myself... maybe they are not so much unrepentant,, but ever so afraid of just conceding....

david santos said...

Excellent poem!
Congratulations!!!

Growth said...

Tafsiri hii, I love this poem. I couldnt have put it better. I hope the tusker drinker will one day get to read this...xoxo

Tafsiri Hii said...

Thanks to all for your kind words, and for stopping by!