My Family
A pinch to the Wolf's womb.
When the pack outcasts you
When blood is thinner than water,
When the natives say you
are not kaffir enough
When the Alfa male awes.
"WHAAT?!?, another belly to fill"
This is my family
In my family we had hunger picnics.
They sent me to a buffet conference to perfect eluding temptations during Ramadaan.
Flashbacks of the mystic Food fights in famine Somalia, feeding from mother's chest was a mum, likewise.
The harridan refused to nappy me! "I don't nurse shit, that's all she could say"
This is my Family
It remains loyal to hard work.
The pledge of allegiance to "No Work No Pay" was redefined.
Child labour to my family was just another of "Mandela tendencies"
The old man's exaggerated tales of being wardens to cockerels were without fail my soothing bedtime stories.
This is my family
At the tender and naïve age of 7, I was a father to 35 year old man, a husband to 30 year woman and a big brother to a 9 year old sibling.
I was raped off my childhood.
Traces of disgustingly lazy thoughts accompanied by a pre-directed subconscious, self-loathe, denial of the dark brown melanin, tough steel wool hair and elephantiasis-like genitals were hardly found in my cerebellum. The deeming scapegoat for my premature maturity is, My Family!
By saluting the extended 1 man family,
I'm free from back stabbing relatives
I'm free from ebony sisters walking tall and proud with hair belonging to Fatimah or the Stem girls.
Thanks to this Family, my financial security surpasses King Moswati's desire for marriage security.
This is my Family...I am my own
Family!!!
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