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Lucrative Dream
It was a lucrative dream,
Sin was it's theme,
She presented herself,
Standing beside a bed,
Wearing thin air around her:
She was not unchaste,
She was in matrimony to a diaspora dude,
She was well oiled,
Her whole outlook was inviting:
It was going to be the greatest sin
Of my lifetime:
Just when I was ready
Convinced of fake safety and protection,
The dream ends,
I am lying here waiting for the dream
To visit me again;
I had prayed for something like it
Before I went to sleep:
Just who was that woman?
I keep wondering.
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Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu
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