POEM: Mama, you traitor!

Mama, you traitor!

Mama promised me a quiet holiday,
While he promised me a quiet night,
Just us and the stars.

Two days, he said,
Two days I’d promised him,
Two days at Mama’s village.
A land where whispers linger in the fog,
Where news travels faster than curious neighbors peering over the fence,
And where the thatched huts groan under the weight of secrets.

Shadows play differently here,
Dancing on the rooftop
As aunts, cousins, and great-aunts count
The hours until my interrogation.
And Mama, oh my Mama.
She still dreams of schemes,
Plotting ways to make me stay.

Now here I am,
Entertaining guests,
Some don’t even know my name.
And Mama, oh my Mama.
She’s busy spilling my secrets.
Mama, you traitor!