His name is Louis,
He works in the chiefs office,
He called me alone and not loice,
He said I was his favourite choice.
He said my application had issues,
And so he needed me for correction,
I came back with details noted on tissues,
He said he needed to submit them Kesho.
So I responded,
He gladly opened,
But what amaze me is,
He closed the door and left no space.
He started caressing my shoulders,
Slowly lifting my chin,
And carelessly drawing his head chini,
He forcefully kissed me.
My heart started racing,
I was locked and scared,
I couldn’t shout amidst those series of slaps,
I just couldn’t help my self out.
He fetched for a blue sellotape,
And wrapped it on my mouth,
He tied up my legs and arms,
I restlessly shouted with pain.
He continued,
He went ahead to my belly,
Indecently walking through my chest,
He said he already got tired of the chase.
I kicked the table with rage,
The glass bottle of spirit went down,
Followed by an unpleasant series of knocks,
He untied me.
He said my parents forwarded uncountable records of misbehaviour,
And through the powers placed on him,
He was performing his disciplinary function,
He won.
I left with bruises,
I left with swollen lips,
Itching cheeks
And painful stripes of tightened ropes.
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