I met Kamatenesi in our class 1 church school,
Or Sule,
When we all, still ate ntanda
As one not two or three…
The girl whose future lay behind,
With my friend Bahindiya,
Who died of checken pox,
While still young!
Oh Bahindi,
With your checkered shirt,
The truth is,
I loved you!
You were my fighting hero,
I miss you to date…
But Kadada was the girl,
With a Zari like string,
Around her Naylon decorated waist,
Sharp nipples showing on her chest,
That part of West..
And myself, not getting wasted!
As she fought boys and girls in equal,
Measure…
Kadada! The village school girl!
With her left hand hook!
One night i dreamed climbing on her,
Left and right,
As though demon possessed,
For the heroine she was!
The persona hated, this fantacy dream,through,
Was i be-witched!?
This and other teenage thoughts,
Ran through my veins,
Day and nights,
Till i was of age or there about…
So i thought!!
