The Humpty-Hump Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Back to that first time, with me a child,
At a time between sleep and wake, frightful,
For I was greatly alarmed that my dearest aunty,
Was strangely being smothered by a stranger.

But just as I reached to my lungs for the scream,
She touched me with a wink,
Reassuring.
But still bewildered,
I leaned closer, then noticed her eyes smiling,
They looked up, mine followed,
Then I half-understood for the man at top was uncle Tade

But I was sooner vacillating back to more confusion;
Wondering why,
Aunty shade was butt naked,
And uncle Tade on hands and knee,
Also starkly,
Doing what Aunty later decoded as the humpty-hump.

It creeps on me at those noiseless hours now,
At first light under my warm soothing sheets,
Enveloped by the in filtering cold of dawn,
So real and vivid as movie it comes-I could touch it.
And, though wishing it go away, to let me wake,
The performance makes my thoughts,
Of her, reminiscently fonder
Drawing an experience adult knowing smile.