Circumcised Before Birth
Striker came into dressing room
hot and ready for a good game
but drama erupted in dressing room
spotted on him was actions of a knife
a knife that did the right thing
but the wrong way it was
Different from colleagues, he was a quarter
so the name a quarter-man flared out
Out there praise name “quarter-man”
moved as wild fire in stadium
“quarter-man with the ball
quartet-man has scored
quartet-man’s given yellow card
quarter-man is taking penalty
quartet-man is the best player
quarter-man is carrying trophy”
“Why me???”, he soliloquized
why was I circumcised before birth?
I have talents unsurpassed
but the accident of conception, birth
robs me honor and opportunities
In town girls throw saliva at me
shouting “quarter-man, quarter-man”!
if I’m quarter-man are others three-quarter-men
I cannot be other men.
I’m man, human enough
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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