Mistress... By Chris Chakwana

He enticed me with his fat wallet
eight carat diamond ring
told me sweet pernicious words with his venomous tongue
like a serpent fooled me with fake promises
about buying me a car
taking me overseas to places I have never been
to the Caribbean and the Zanzibar.
I gave up my womanhood to quench his sexual appetite,
his daily food
look at me all worn out am now damaged for good.

He told me I was his alpha and omega
told me in this life and the next we will always be together
Overnight I agreed to be his mistress
made him forget his stupid wife, I saved him, this duke in distress
tied him with my apron, he lived beneath my dress
my prerogative his carnal desire to address
but look at me now my life is in a mess.

He told me I was in control
serenaded me with sweet nothings
like a fool I happily played to the sweet tune of his drum beating
forgot about his short comings
but look at me now I sit at death’s door with all my belongings

They tried to tell me but Oh no! I wouldn’t listen.
With a perverse attitude of a donkey I knew it all
my virginity, my youth he yearned for,
allowed myself to be misled
my neatly woven future, fabric of my life I frayed.
Too late I realised all who warned me cared.

Forgive me God, you I have betrayed
allowed myself to be used by the devil I have strayed.
My adulterous life I trivialised
this sinful life I have realised.
overnight you I forgot
took pride in my ways 
now I have become that township harlot
and the disease has numbered my days

I stand before you full of too much shame
man of cloth, married man have I not bedded in this my game,
at its seams I have torn this quilt, this fabric of Holy Matrimony.
I accept the guilt full of remorse
I the root cause of most of their divorce.
Thus I come before You in repentance
although am a sinner
I call upon your grace
me Your child please embrace
grant me penance.
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