MARY, THE FATHER’S VIRGIN

Written by: Alayande Stephen

Still,
Of her father
Even after hair in her armpit
After her four years sojourn in our citadel
With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga
She remains in the shadows of her father.

Of a Mary, 
The father’s virgin
Slim, willowy and parrotic 
Energetic, ever vivacious with life
An Amazon of a kind with a flawless curvature
Still, of her a Polyglot not a bigot

Her 21st years day was under his nose
She can neither sneeze nor 
Cough of a man near him
Still tied to her father’s umbilical cord     

She is not Virgin Mary 
Of the Joseph the carpenter
But Mary, the Father’s Virgin
I laugh only to myself 
As I dream and await the day the
Holy spirit will commingle with her 
For her holy pregnancy

Mary, my Mary
Remembering my voyage 
Of innate curiosity to her
And my emotional adventure into her life

Then, only then
As an innocent dare-devil teenager
Yet, I could not unlock her truest life
Oh! She regarded it as teenager’s world 
Of lesser emotional journey

Then, and then
My dream to fly her like an eagle
Was dwarfed by her 

But for many, the father’s virgin
I gave up not
For I like ‘morrow’s dream
Than the history of the past.




Alayande Stephen T.
21st of June 2007
10.15am


NB-Still in Iba, meant for Funke Mary Izobo, 
A friend still tied to the Apron string of her father.