Saved Sorcerer
In desperation, she kneels
In front of her man of God
As if about to clean
His feet with olive oil
And wipe them dry
With her beautiful hair.
My husband
Is hooked
To intoxicants
And never leaves the streets.
She says to her saved sorcerer.
Your husband was bewitched
By his uncle.
The man of God assures her.
My Mzee
Comes home so late in the night–
What will I do?
She asks her saved witch.
Bring to me
His unwashed pair of socks
So that I pray to him
And stick his feet
To your compound.
Says her man of God.
My man leaves me lonely
Like deserted ruins.
She says to her holy sorcerer.
I suspect that he has an affair.
Your man
Houses the spirit of adultery
Replies her holy sorcerer.
Avail to me
His unwashed inner wears.
Suggests her holy sorcerer.
I will pray for him
So that he refocuses on you.
Her tenets are a war zone–
Where is my boxer?
Her man asks in fury.
I don’t know.
She replies
As if her husband will believe
That ghosts in the house
Confiscated it
Or as if their six-year-old
Auctioned it.
How about my pair of socks?
I don’t know.
She persists with her chorus
As if her man is drunk
To a point where he doesn’t know
All his items.
Isn’t her saved sorcerer effective?
Maybe they’ve been giving medicine
To a dead man.
Maybe she can attempt
Another more saved witch
Or take something else
To her man of God–
Strands of hair
Entangled in his comb.
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