By: Elizabeth Wayua Ndinda
English Instructor at Akilah Institute, Kigali, Rwanda
Where is the table?
In a bar with men at 10 pm,
Sipping beers or wines or spirits.
Which she can’t.
My spirit sinks.
Tall, round, no arm rest or padding:
Her seat at the table.
Her rear doesn’t fit on the chair.
Her face oval like an egg.
Her skin spotless.
Shifty eyes, tight lipped.
Her lean figure is stooped so far,
She might be tying her laces.
My soul nosedives,
Scans around; their faces…
Vultures ready to feast
Ever hungry beast,
Each one of them.
She, the misplaced prey.
They are about to play
Introductions game: Name, Position, achievements.
Her, Lame Mrs So, Marital status, number of kids.
Our inspiration plunges into the sea bed.
Squeezing or shoving to get a place at the table?