The meal time bell just rung and still not leaving, not going anywhere
Not when she’s still dancing that provocatively, the skimpy costume she got on is soon giving up if she doesn’t stop
The audience; students and teachers, visitors and judges’ eyes on her
But she’s only looking at one person in the middle of that frenzy, one skinny boy amidst seniors
She looks familiar, just can’t recall ever seeing her
The drama and music festival comes to an end and goes back to her school, no luck asking for her name.
On the village path after sunset, mama keeps saying it’s dangerous but I wanna act like a man
No weed but sometimes my friends offer me free liquor, love the sweet-testing one
The local brew that looks like porridge, the one brewed from millet
Need something to tell my friends back at school, a new experience for my essays.
On my bike riding around the neighborhood, with this stance you’ll think I’m a predator ready to pounce on prey
Long shadows from the sinking African sun, red mud from the heavy downpour the day before
Almost turning in to call it a day, the poor cattle need my help getting into the shed
And then I see her, that pretty dancer from school.
She remembers me, puts on this smile that haunts me to date
Have we met before, I ask pretentiously
Don’t think so but I’m sure you were one of my audience, I’m Kiki and was on my way to pick something from the shop
Took her to my brother’s, crazy but wanted her to know my home
Wanted her to meet my brother and his wife, wanted to show her off to my friends
Wanted them to see how beautiful she was, to agree she’s polite and kind.
One night an arrow misses me by a whisker, another night on a mission to sneak her out of her room
Good music in the neighborhood, an old man just passed away and disco matanga in his wake
With her holiday was always short, school opening day agreed to feign sickness and extend by a week
My friend got a new girl at Kiki’s school, on Saturday during entertainment we sneaking out
Coming back on Sunday and no worries, getting back in with the church group.
The teachers are worried, my grades falling
Know my mother, know she’s a single parent
Staring at the counselor in her office, she’s reminding me I’m a bright student while I’m thinking of Kiki
Last time said she missed her periods, if it’s pregnancy she’s keeping the baby
But I’m ready to send her the rest of my pocket-money for the pills, she must get rid of the baby
Judge me whichever way you like, we were just young and misguided.
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