He saw the marker as their boobs,
Textbook as their big nyashes,
Those eyes make him nervous
His tongue flips
“c..raaaaas, tomay, ei, today, solly, our toprick, ei, topic”
General laughter
“Stop raaghing”
Intense laughter
And he bolts like thunder.
“Why is it my fault?
Why do I have to go through the humiliation?
The girls are no longer girls,
Their faces and make ups,
Their clothes on their bodies,
Their presence and smell,
Their walks and their wriggles,
Their mouths and their voices,
Their bodies speak volumes.”
He fumes.
Temptations are rising
While self-discipline falls.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
2 replies on “TEMPTATIONS RISE, DISCIPLINE FALLS”
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