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THE BATTLE FOR SIMPO GLADYS

The wait is over, and the joy and celebrations

Echoed through the forests

Garments sewn in different tastes

Leopard-fashioned and tiger skins

The oracles of power

Young and old, male and female

Ready to see the most celebrated

Echoed marine queen.

No time should pass unused

Waste it at your own folly

Simpo Gladys is in the palace


Dropped my fishing net

Threw the hooks behind the apple trees, ran

Through the caves, to my ornamented elephant skins

Kept securely, to meet my dream girl, Simpo

That battle was great; I must win


The music hit high: the ukulele, the lyres, the harps.

The flutes drove the mysterious blockades

The ululations, the jubilations

Tones heightened beyond the mountains

Dogs, goats, hyenas, and foxes

Hid themselves

Traumatised by the hot beats of the drums

I must touch her, yes, Simpo Gladys: the breasts

The hot lips, the calabash buttocks, the flattened womb

The glowing eyes, and bloody tongue I must suck


And the dance kicked on; through the door I peeped

She sat alone, not welcomed; nobody knew her

I smiled at her; she looked with intent

I smiled again

She felt heavy, she felt mute

Her lips murmured

Afraid of Danny, she shied off

Everyone was busy dancing

Waiting to see Simpo Gladys

I met her; she was simple indeed.


I moved towards her, fenced by the giants

She stooped and crawled off

I felt her calmness eating through my bones

Paralysed, like dipped in an ice fridge

Just alone at the corner, very lonely

The time was long to wait

I held her hand, pulled her slowly, and the breasts

Sharply erected, shaking tremendously

Wallowed through the blouse and hit my beard

I almost fell

She held me up, pulled me to her chest

O, I am out of mind, my veins dried

Stuck in her chest—wait

I am drowning, help!


She held my head, looked into my eyes

Her bloody tongue ran through her mouth

I opened like a dipstick

Her tongue went into my mouth

My hands ran through her waist,

Touching the beads, raising her hand

Into her calabash buttocks, very hot

Danny stood aimlessly and helplessly shocked

I won Simpo Gladys’ heart.


All I had was her; the music went on

The light switched off, and everyone paired

We were alone at the corner, nothing to do

Nothing at all, only to eat each other

I raised her left leg—no panties

Her thighs bared

I looked through her womanhood

My mouth is filled with saliva

I must eat Gladys now

She felt relaxed and ready.


I pulled my shorts down, organised my strength

Steady enough with an arrow’s force

My cucumber wanted to enter her

Only a fiery palm slap by Danny

Hit hard on my back, Off

I jumped and made my way home

Like a warthog fleeing from a lion.


Sir. Abunerry 

Writer Critic and Poet

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