A story of Alero is told tonight
BrotherJames puts his hands between her thighs.
Calling out mama she fought for her life
Deaf she suddenly had become.
Everyday she heard her not
Finally by God’s grace, she walked in on us.
Get out of my house! You naughty little child
How could she say this to me her child
I wondered out loud, looked on in shock
Just before I got knocked
Knocking and waiting at people’s doors
Let me in please
Mama has thrown me out
No problem my child I will give you a mat
Opium oozed from his mouth and like a thief in the night he opened the door
Pressing my oranges I said this is wrong
Quickly I ran out before he could speak.
Rape was injustice I heard this at mass
Scared and lonely she was a but a little child.
Thorned cloths and flies plagued her a lot
Under this same bridge I found her a lot
Vile and dirty she made my heart
Xenophobic and cold
Yearning for a home I think I made her happy
Zappy at last.
by: Ishola Oreofe