Prostitution

I watched her at the bus stop
White blouse swelling
Before the impatient push
Of breasts earger to be free
Orange skirt billowing provocatively
Under the silken cares
Of the harbor breeze
Eyes flashing with life
I watched her
But went quickly on my way
For she was but a secondary student

I would have forgotten her
But I saw her again that night
Glowig in the soft light of Mpakani Bar
Six inches taller
Wide trouser clinging possessively
The youthful thrust of her buttocks
Before dropping to mark the raised heels
She was transformed
I wouldn’t have recognized her
But for those eyes
So provocatively thirsty
With a pang of jealousy
I glanced at her partner
And chocked into my glass
My father