Come on my love
Come hither and let’s dance
This dance that no one else knows about
The dance that we are the only that understand
We are the only dancers
We can dance anywhere, anyhow
And it will still give us this tantalizing effect
The steps are unforgettable
We rock the rhythm bare skin
Come on my love
Drop your covering and let’s dance
The dance that makes us one
And take us to unknown ecstasy.

©Anita W.

When you met me,
You made a wish,
Wished that your wife would be like me,
Dress like me, and understand you like I did.

I saw the pain in your eye,
The hard time she was making you go through,
I decided to grant you your wish,
I am a witch dressed in white.

I took it upon myself to torture her,
I threatened and manipulated her,
Until she left you,
I am a witch dressed in white.

You came to me again,
Told me you would wish to be with me,
But you can’t coz of your faith,
As long as she is alive she’s still yours.

I made a way for you,
I made her have an “accident”,
Little did I know you had not gotten over her,
You mourned her for years,
But I still waited.
You then started seeing this colleague of yours,
I could not turn a blind eye,
I don’t easily fall in love,
But I was completely into you.

How could she take your center stage?
You always talked about her,
I had done too much to let her have you,
I could not let get in my way.

Did they say she died of carbon monoxide?
I suffocated her in her sleep and left the burning' jiko' in her room,
I was afraid they would not buy the crap,
But am all so glad they did,
I really am a witch in white clothes.

You had no one else to turn to,
No one to share your grievances with except me,
I gladly took you in my arms,
I held you as you mourned your lost love.

I worked so hard to get you,
Don’t make me work harder to keep you,
I have done all this for love,
Love from the witch dressed in white.

©Anita W.

You were here,
Seated right next to me,
Eating slowly,
Savoring every mouthful of my homemade African delicacies,
That I had prepared specially for you,
You ate to your full,
And your face was fixed with a merry grin,
I cleared the table and walked to the kitchen,
Where you followed and held me from the back,
Turned me around,
And looked right into my eyes,
You claimed to be performing a ritual,
“To kiss the cook when the food is good”,
You lowered your lips onto mine,
My heart somersaulted,
My feet and arms were wobbly,
My brain stopped working,
And as I struggled to steal a breath,
During this long and sensual kiss,
I suddenly woke up!
What a dream!

It’s eleven at night
He lies down at his usual place for the night
At the doorstep of a closed Asian shop
With nothing comfortable to lay on
But that cold, hard floor.

He turned and tossed a bit
Shaking from hunger, fatigue and cold
He had not eaten for days
But still hoped for a better day tomorrow
As he drifted to a deep sleep.

At midnight
This avaricious, malicious drunk drove by
The streets were desolate void of mankind
Agitated by his own demons
With a wife patiently waiting his arrival at home

He drives by the Asian shop
And sees this poor soul huddled together
He thinks awhile and drives back
Smiling at his demons
For he had found a treasure
That would appease them for a while.

He grabs the sleeping poor soul
And does the most ungodly thing to his thin self
Too astounded and feeble to act
He just lays there feeling every pain
That came with every push.

Tears chocked him
This is too much to imbibe
This pain is too much to bear
He then passes out
Unaware of what happens to him later.

The morning comes
Bright and promising
The sun rises up
Shines and smiles down at him
As if it is mocking this poor soul.

The Asian shop workers arrive
They have to clean up the verandah
And set things in order
Before their clients come knocking
So, they have to awaken the poor soul.

He tries to sit down in vain
He can’t even stand up
He still had this terrible pain and headache
He had lost lots of blood already
But he had to move anyway
So he resolves to a crawl.

With nobody to turn to
Nobody to share with what befell him
No money or means to take him to hospital
With no family nor friends
And no food to keep him strong or alive
Yet he must live.

He has to fight against all odds
What is in the past must remain there
The determination to live must not be blurred
He still holds onto this one hope
The hope that keeps him going
That one day somehow
He will lead a better life, off the streets.

©Anita W.

She looked in the mirror,
She could not recognize the woman looking back at her,
So thin, emaciated, wrinkled and drained of life,
The woman in the mirror scared the life out of her,

She touched her face,
Her once beautiful dimpled face,
The face that was perfect with no single flaw,
The face that had earned her a beauty queen crown.

Day by day the beauty faded,
Her once healthy athletic body vanished,
Her once big **** eyes full of life now hollow,
Leaving no trace of her youthful beauty.

She married a monster,
A wolf in sheep’s skin,
She fell in love without thinking twice,
She was happy and thought she would always be.

A year after their big day,
His true colors begun to show,
Coming home in a drunken stupor,
Or not coming at all.

He started battering her for no apparent reason,
He became a lecher,
Ogling at every female became his new hobby,
Neglecting the only woman, that truly loved him.

Torn, betrayed, and scarred,
Both inside and outside,
Has to put a smile on her face though broken,
Her three little children must the best of her.

She sacrifices her happiness for them,
She endures all the beating and insults for them,
Every abuse hurled at her she handles with bravery,
She has to wear a happy face for them.

She once thought of leaving him,
But then she looked at them,
How they eagerly waited for his return,
Showering him with hugs and kisses when he arrives.

How could she deny them that?
How could she break the bond between them?
How could she be so selfish to even think of leaving?
She has to stay,
Just to see those little smiles on those little faces.

©Anita W.

I saw how you used to stare at him,
How you used to smile at him,
Saw how you allured him to your bed,
How you saw him secede his own,
Throw them out the street for you to sit on the throne,
Saw how you squeezed every coin from his pocket and accounts,
How you threw him out when he could yield no more,
I saw you!
I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at him,
Walking before him ******* dressed, shaking what you think you have,
Giving him your best slutty smiles,
I’ve seen you!
I won’t stand here and watch!
No! Not anymore!
This one is mine,
My one and only,
My beloved and the father of my children,
I will protect him with my very life,
I will not stand and watch you annihilate us,
The way you did others,
I will stop you and tear you down,
Oh you home wrecker!
©Anita W.