Jelly strokes

He cursed your mother

for not “fixing” you.

If doctors had refused, she should

have taken you to local elderly women who knew how.

She along with other women should

have held your hands and legs while you were being cut.

Maybe they shouldn’t have cut everything,

like the one that led to his sister bleeding to death,

but they should have cut some.

It’s your mother’s fault.

It’s your mother’s fault, he can’t

satisfy your raging wants and desires.

You don’t tell him.

You don’t tell him that his strokes

feel like jelly compared to that of Adamu; the butcher.

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