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.