“BASTARDS”

He’s the product of your sin.
Names by play-fellow:
“A bastard”
So in the cold night after a day in the wine;
She wakes to the sight of her shivering son.
This sight reminds ‘her’ of a thing.

Of how you laid in the cold
She was returning from her pay —old
But the wheezing potbellied couldn’t scratch a thing
So she gave all to you
She remembered how you traded the path, in-between to the well
And deposited all that was in you

You were just a boy on the street
And you were never seen
So she owned it
And nurtured it.

She remembered how good and sweet it was
‘A son of a good father could be good’
She clutched him; and pressed on him the bosoms tenderly
the innocent boy made out.
Flesh to flesh

Here, she shielded the product from him
And told him of a coming half brother
He calls his’ brother.

This brother and a son made in one
Messy;
behaves feminine
Just at nine,
He spends hours on bed
Learning to pull on new tights
With painted toes and face at nights

The evidence of all sins
Product of bastards

Scripted By: Nseobong Edem