Explaining Oedipus

The New Vision is running a special section ahead of Mother’s Day. Usually stories, songs and poems about mothers make me feel warm and cozy and safe. However, today’s submission, “Mom the Beloved” by someone called Joseph Kibalama, made me cold all over.

 

Mom,

Of light skin, smooth hair and long

Her smell is sweet and gentle

She never breathes sweat like gatherers of dry wood

She has no bald patch on her head like those who carry heavy loads

Her teeth are white

Her eyes are like those of a new-born fawn

That delights in the milk that flows for the first time

From the antelope’s udder

Neither her heel nor palm are rough, but sweet to touch

Like liver or better still

The fluffy down of Kapok

 

Maybe Freud’s Oedipus Complex theory was actually right on the mark.

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18 Comments to “Explaining Oedipus”

  1. that poem is very disturbing.

    i see you are morphing again. enjoy.

  2. “Her eyes are like those of a new-born fawn
    That delights in the milk that flows for the first time
    From the antelope’s udder”
    That is the most disturbing line. What does that even mean?

  3. Hee hee! Delightful.

    Reminds me of those of “Shush. I’m poeting!”

  4. oh Gag!

    That’s revolting.

    Ptuh!

  5. And what are you supposed to say if your son writes this about you?

    “Thanks dear. Here’s the telephone number of a very good therapist?”

  6. LOL. I just think it’s funny. The whole thing.

  7. “She never breathes sweat like gatherers of dry wood.”

    Masterful. Rich. Suspenseful. Three thumbs up.

  8. cumon! cant a guy express love for his mother without being branded things???

  9. LOL. After reading it I just figured, what kind of mixed up poet comes up with such inappropriate similes and metaphors. So I moved on. But you, you had to go and kill it, banange.

  10. bwana yesu, i am so sorry… i know a new one cant make up fro it , but take heart, you will get a new one… boohoo wit you!

  11. nice poem…that other one was about the camera, but now… how did all these scenes change or are my eyes playing tricks on me… i saw the thingy about the camera!

  12. @P’mama:I agree with you.Are there any more people with uncorrupted minds?lol…

  13. funny, but I think its brilliant. I suppose a lover could write the same of a woman he loves… but don’t boys want their wives to be just like their mothers, and girls want husband just like dad…. nothing sexual. ama, its just me?

  14. ‘Her eyes are like those of a new-born fawn

    That delights in the milk that flows for the first time

    From the antelope’s udder’

    Er..er…um…

  15. Song of songs……

  16. i am so sure every woman would kill to get their hands on your mum’s beauty products!

  17. Arent we the ones always complaining that men are not in touch with their feminine selves? Then when one tries to do it we call him oedipal?!

    The only trouble with that poem is the lack of originality (song of songs anyone?) And the comic value. I hear ‘Neither her heel nor palm are rough, but sweet to touch’ ha! When did sweet become an acceptable antonym for rough?

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