Thursday, May 28, 2009

Becoming Madam Zola

Most neighbourhoods have one
An eccentric old femme
Long flowing skirts and blouses
Heavily made up and bejeweled
A true Jezebel
Living in solitude with her cats or dog
She is rumored to kidnap little children for her dinner
Or to have jar of reptiles
And practice evil magic
Because she speaks to no one
Well, except for her pets
So you taunt and tease and play pranks on her
Then you grow up
Or you simply move away and forget
And Life deals its deft blows to your heart
So you vow to love no more
To save your heart the pain
You detach
You will soon wake up one morning and realize
You are becoming a “Madam Zola” yourself.


  1. Wow... I like a lot. Simple yet profound. Plus I like the use of 'evil' magic as opposed to 'black' magic, completely Pan-African are we? :)

  2. I'm glad you like it. Yes, very Pan African we are...

  3. I was not sure, for a sec, where this was going. I even thought you'd flown off your orbit. And, then, you tied it in so very skilfully. I like! Btw, what's the male parallel of Madam Zola.

  4. the male model is the dirty old man at the bar hitting on ladies and acting all surprised when they tell him the rate for the night. i think his name is Mr Apraku.

    PS: This post fictional. Any resemblance to any person living, dead or living-dead is purely co-incidental