By Kwesi BISSUE
He lusted after her
She resisted many times over
He insisted
She resisted
He persisted
She resisted
He pestered
She resisted many times after
When his pestering became too persistent
She told him her piece of mind
To place him among his kind
To remind him to find his kind
“Your kind sows and grows and mows the grass
…in my father’s lawns
Your kind prunes the flora and trims the branches
…in my father’s compound
Your kind tends to the dirty basket of linen
…from my father’s wardrobe
Your kind wipes clean the fleet of limousines
…in my father’s garage
Your kind feed on the crumbs
…from our table of plenty
Your kind gets paid with peanuts
…from our surplus of plenty
So mind to find your kind
But he would not take no for an answer
For he too knew her kind
Her kind would say no to mean yes
Her kind would dole out a no
Just to protect an ego
So he took her no to mean yes
As he bided his time
He knew it was only a matter of time
When he would kiss that young miss
Some friends learned of his amorous adventure
Good friends warned him against his lustful desire
And for his persistence to woo an obstinate lass
They said it could bring him woes to last
Foul friends pushed him to go on to conquer
To conquer to silence those insulting lips
And damn the consequences
He garnered support from friends of vicious rapport
He proceeded to invade a damsel’s guarded parts
By sedating a drink for a damsel to drink
For a damsel to sleep beyond just a wink
His conquest was complete
Complete success in his quest to implant a virus
A human Immunodeficiency Virus
A virus bequeathed by a vindictive ex-lover
A virus he has also viciously bequeathed
To let her know when to zip up a lip
As she licked her wounds
He laughed with much glee at his conquest
II
It took a long period of mourning
To dull her battered emotions
To nurse her bruised ego
But the next moment she was on the go
She was determined to stage a payback
“Vengeance is mine”
It must be payback time
A time to transfer what has been transmitted
A time to share what has been shared
A time to act with intention to infect
A time to spread without thinking guilty
It was a spreading spree
It was a spread spiraling with speed
To a husband for his wife
To an ex lover for his new found
To a playboy for all playmates
To a boss for his innocent wife
She was everybody’s good time girl
She was theirs for the asking
III
Soon she knew it
She knew the spread had been complete
She knew she had dug up a pit
A pit to swallow up one of her own
Soon she knew the damage she set out to inflict
She knew the virus had gone full circle
Soon she learned her vengeance had paid her back
She found how the infection had gone round
Then she knew it
…the day her younger sister came home to introduce her new found
That day she knew it
…that she got her share of what she doled out
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