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It was 3 minutes past midnight,
(I had checked)
When he quietly opened the door
And walked out of the house
Into my room

It was 4 fingers I had just vigorously washed
And my wrist
And my finger nails

5 words he said “I saw your text late.”

“too bad,” I replied “I want to sleep now.”

Yet that smell of uni boys cologne
Stayed to fill the room

***

Later that night,

It was 5 minutes to 2am
(I had checked—how late was I from wishing my boyfriend
A happy birthday)

And 4 Hail Marys I prayed
Asking for forgiveness
Because the Bible never gives an account
Of Mary Magdalene allowing Jesus, her cousin, take on
from where her own fingers stopped.
From where her own fingers could not reach.

3 times we had looked at each other in the dark
Without seeing each other

He looked at me,
Seeing his reach.
I looked and saw
None but the hunger
That bends my fingers every night.

 

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Portrait - ImmaculataImmaculata is a History and Comparative Literature student who is devoted to culture analysis and enthusiastic about fashion and art curation. She’s also a contributor at mywekutastes.com

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

6 Responses to “My Cousin Came To Our House Again | by Immaculata | African Poetry” Subscribe

  1. obakanse lakanse 2016/09/07 at 01:54 #

    beautiful,truthful and honest-you have written about something that actually happens,though the hypocritical side of me recoils at its implication

  2. Pearl Osibu 2016/09/07 at 02:09 #

    This is just beautiful

  3. Niyi 2016/09/07 at 13:27 #

    Oh wow.

  4. Tilapia named Pierre 2016/09/08 at 10:19 #

    Lovely

  5. Neo Bridgette 2016/09/19 at 02:33 #

    WOW!!!

  6. vusumuzi 2016/09/24 at 23:29 #

    Plain beauty of truth adorned in words… Nice piece, wow!

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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