I went to her house to deliver a
Surprise,
a surprise she had clamored for since the first day she
saw me at a mournful feast.

Her house was a graveyard,
the door to her house was ajar like the mouth of a
flagged Pie-Dog.

“Hello, is anybody home?” I asked,
silence responded.

I turned to leave, I heard a groan.
I made a turn,
I peeped into the living room, the goggle box was sleeping,
yet, the wall groaned.

I took few steps in, my intuition pulled my face, to
see two shadows having sex on the glossy wall; one was hers and the

other, the younger brother I saw
with her the night we met.
I rolled up the curtain, covering their incest,

I saw her sucking from his fleshy tap.

I entered the centre of the madness;

she saw me and pushed her brother away.
She used the bedspread to cover her ignominy,

he wore his underwear to hide his shame,

her face was a fountain of remorse.
What was happening?
“It’s a family mores! It’s a family mores.” Her voice staggered like a one-legged man.
 
 
D.M Aderibigbe is a 23-year old writer from Lagos, Nigeria, an undergraduate student of History and Strategic Studies of the University of Lagos. He writes poetry, fiction, non-fiction, plays and lyrics. His poems are forthcoming on Vox Poetica. His debut novel, Sisyphean, will be published in America soon.