No Secret Is Truly Hidden Poem by John Onyeme

It's so painful how I came to know
That this little girl has come to grow,
So sensuous, daring and wild
That she affirmed she's no longer a child
She claims she knows what the elderlies know
And I wonder why she thought so
And there came a revealing day
When she asked me at play
'Hey brother, what do you think is sex? '
That pregnant question made me vex
But I felt it's good she knows
So she won't get bad 'touches' as she grows
Beause telling her deep about sex like foreplay
Would be a mind-infiltrating thing to say
So I twisted out a clever answer this way,
'Hmm, sex is being a boy or a girl...'
But how she stared at me with such a quirk
That I had to explain sex more
For it would be abstruse leaving it at that shore
So I continued, saying to this little lady,
'...And it's what a mum and a dad can do to get a baby'
'Oh yes! ' she exclaimed, 'I think that's right,
So that's why Mum and Dad sleep together at night? '
'No? ', I answered trying to end the talk
And as I tried to walk
Out of her, she pressed on as she said,
'So that's why at night, they groan and moan in bed? '
'Gosh! You talk too much little girl'
I bashed her as my mind began to whirl
'Lets leave this, I have some where to go'
'But I need to know,
If I can give sex a try'
'Shut up! Don't you know the end would make you cry?
You'll become a mum when you're not yet a wife!
And so miserable you may turn your life! '
But she wasn't satisfied yet
Until she exploded this thing that made me regret:
'But you did it with that girl who came to visit you,
So no one should tell I can't do it too,
You, Mum and Dad, and your girlfriend had sex!
And I saw it like I was under a hex! '
Silence grippped my mouth
As the pryful hoyden walked out