A Prostitute Poem by Olalekan Ololade Sobande

She came in silken drapes,
And naked breasts
It seems the world has changed her garment
But it is I who has not crossed the fenced.
5. They love this life, but their spirit won’t stay.

Robed Iscariot the Judas Jettisoned.
You mess up your Mondays
In even the pious presence of God our God,
The father Almighty,
10. The maker of heaven and earth;
Including all, even you and me.

You squeeze your Saturdays,
And waste your Wednesdays;
You maim your Fridays.
15. But why were you ever created?

You feign I
Why can’t you tell me?
You no more love me?
Now I’m your prey;
20. Where is my refuge? Where are my safes?

You feign I did not tell you.
I know I did tell you that AIDS is real.
My witnesses are your innocent,
But the truth is now like the rain;
25. He who sees not feels it on his skin.

Only you every night in the streets and Hotel.
Man has ceased to be man,
Man has become beast,
Man has a become a prey
And now I’m the victim.



Now that you refused to listen
To the voice of an old man,
AIDS comes like dreaded disease.
Seeping through the pores of a healthy body,
35. And ravaging it beyond repair.
STD and AIDS are my mortal enemies.

But why were STD and AIDS ever created?
But why were women ever created?
Why can’t it be men?
Men forever more?