Social Incest Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

The laundry meets me at the door and the bedding still on the floor,
stench running from our kitchen greets us by the gate.
I want to use the restroom but my call has to wait as she sit in that bowl.
Chatting? no; flirting with my best male friends?
This reminds me the creation of these tribulations, my ramifications!

The singing, whistling worshiping and sycophantic praising like birds?
Study and prayer at the college days turning into a church man and a church mouse as well for guidance on life I sent supplications, Then came the job an early response to my steadfast and persistence prayer.
Knocking and seeking; asking and borrowing subsiding and vanishing. An answer to my cousin's succor she accorded me while I schooled and tarmacked.
Finding a place to commute from was a fruit of her labour, as she moved in and she was very welcome.


Sharing errands like a couple we never would fathom,
With sporadic excursions together and frequent overnight camping and voyages.
Friends and times not warning of the imminent strings.
The ‘girls' influenced the dressing and trending traits my cousin exuded.

Facebook, Twitter, viber pages enthused my cousin, my friend, my guard and my companion, my family and my all; initial results impressive. My dear cousin, all gorgeous all comforting.
Sooner than later the neckline cut went down, a little lower.
Of the breasts showing above the bra, my help required to make more adjustments; achieve the desired results and comment.
The curtains of my eyes drawn but a little too short to hide the fresh flesh.
My fingers were numb but not numb enough to feel free to extend the touch: Accidentally seeing what was not meant for my eyes; with occasional moaning screams of excitement when wrong skin rubbed.


Jealousy started oozing within the partying group for being a little there more and for being overprotective, they said; as we supported each other up the stairs of the all tall apartment holding onto each other.
I would assist un-zip not so loose tights and tops; spirit of togetherness.


Law books and Bibles came close to justifying the inexorable act when July, the month, came carrying cold; and allowed us fit in my big bed.
Keeping as much distance at first but later closing as much of it; Chemistry - they say, without question of what whom touched as I can't tell for sure which attracts the other and why?
Judge us now and say this is the only punishment I get; For telling our parents to forgive us if that hurt ‘their' ways.
The church seeking verses in vain to condemn the ‘incest'; Her vibrating experience too recent; neither of these cautions nor any unforeseen calamity warned of significant consequence.


Blessing in disguise is what the good life presented, this curse; Arguably the looks and traits of our lineage gold, was a plan to sire handsome sons and beautiful daughters.
And the consequence of our actions will be our payments. They said what goes round always comes round? The social media, Facebook, twitter and whatsapp appeared replacing me for the phone. Her fingers moved from my key parts to the key pads?
Missing the finger work magic preserved for the phone.
The short nights became shorter, and her late nights later. We ate later if we did, slept late when we survived the tweets waking us earlier by the clicks of violent good morning tick tocks of tweets and pokes.


Sweetie, before the invention of the social media; Facebook, twitter and whatsapp: Even before the many nights and days together in ‘love'. The food tasted delicious and the scent of the room like myrrh and fragrance. With neat clothes in the wardrobe and bed sweetly spread and ready.

Today, darling; we take more water in kales than green; More pepper in ugali than flour and a lot more Spices in uji than unga. Salty taste in tea is more than milk; and how did the cooking fat find its way into the blended juice?
Facebook, twitter, whatsapp and more media everywhere; in bed, In the kitchen, In the Bus, in the supermarket, In the bank, the hospital, the class, the park and even the Church! ! ; The style varies depending on the exercise. This is;
THE END
of the World! !