my mother is proud
I have scrubbed her pans
I have tended her flowers
i have sat and listened
Io her stern warnings
concerning the spreading of my legs

my mother is proud
you can read it in her smile
as she presents me to church folk
‘Nina will finish her bachelors..’
she whisphers loudly
to Ma Namu whose daughter
is boiling Haj Hassans’ potatoes.

I bundle my shawl
infront of my bloating stomach
my loose kitenge curtaining me
I have three more months
before my mothers pride is diluted
into the tasteless brew of shame

Will she be proud
if she learns
I have scrubbed her pans
along side Musa’s
I have tended her flower bed
as I pruned Musa’s
I didnt only listen to her
stern warnings concerning the spreading
of my legs,
Musa taught me how they must be spread?

Hopefully,
mother will be proud.

Kim Selby Photography

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