Cammila Poem by Victor Ogoti

she was beautiful and illustrious
a cherubim pick as comrades implied
but when her lover implied adieu
Camilla couldn't live with that
and staring through her flatware
of white rice and steaming tea
a heart so torn in a myriad of shreds
a zealous search through the rice
and not a spoon through her lips
she saw it best to dine with saints


Her kindred mused she let it go
that golden pellet that glistered her face
so furious she tried scrubbing their envy choked face
and that was a battle she failed to triumph
a block so low, so wide and high
no breaking through no squeezing beneath
no winding round no jumping over
and beyond the azure horizon
she saw it best to muse with angels

she bought a bottle of arsenic juice
told her lover it’s a kin’s contention
and in two successive gulps engulfed
her red juice in austere satisfaction
and as the pangs gnawed down her tummy
she saw the deserts the hills the greens
and smiles so conspicuous biding good bye
felt the touch of zephyr and scent of myrrh
and cried for such abandoning beauty
she loved it, she was part of it
she screamed not wanting to let it go.