SEMENS AND COLORS…
Olaronpe! Don’t tell me that your mother was there listening…
Roland died after the fall of his libido. He would not wait to see the sorrows of his labour. She wanted to die as well, but she would be forced to live by the various means that lead to death. She never wanted to have a snake in the laps, but just the truth that the need to grow a seed was the need to bury one.
Now, your father was a merchant from the land of the wicked, I loved him because I wanted a breed like you. I hated him because he loved the smooth path to doom that was wide open under Amope… she would be your mother and she would never know.
Just so, I needed to tell you that the mother thread is a trend her daughter would have to follow. But I told you behind the walls, I forgot they have ears… and all that I told you was about the fine plate of food that I offered Amope from a fiend to a friend – the reason Roland was, and is not your father – the reason she still thinks all her children are Roland. Maybe the reason she still seeks and would never find her mind – there she would eat the reason for men’s endless acrobatic at short taste of the joys in her laps….
Now you are a white and a black. And Roland is dead. And she had disposed all Rolands. And you don’t have what Roland had. And you would not be my dozenth husband. And I am not your friend. I may never be your fiend too…
Olaronpe! Don’t tell me your mother now runs the streets dressed in her womanhood and untamed stories, because she was there listening… Well, if yes, I thank her god. She’ll be fine in the world that she had ever wanted to be…. I am a mother too. I wanted a son. A black-and-white… Let me join Amope on the roads… please rid me off these rags and let me wear my stories over again… don’t you envy my life too? A life of a color and colures – a spill of white and black semens…
