Comments about alexander opicho
Who Bewitched Me?
I am asking; who bewitched me?
With that sharp secret of voodoo,
And the potent black charms,
Cursing my money must go to waste,
In buying strong wine and sharp alcohol,
In the binge drinking down to dawn,
That the menial balance in pockets
I must buy-up a used prostitute,
In the shaming twilight of the new day,