Kicking off our new blog with Young 1ove supporter Gorata Ranama…

May 4, 2015

 

"Education is the key to overcoming the epidemic that has engulfed our country and that starts with youths. I support the Sugar Daddy initiative as the approach is modeled perfectly for youths, delivered by young people who understand. Only when youths take on board the risks behind it can they make positive changes to their lives. I truly believe in the potential held by the youth of our country and that can only come when there are no restrictions on their health standing in their way."

 

 

 

 

 

Lost…But Never Found: Testimony of an Ex-sugar Addict 


I was never to see it again 
For it was gone and laid to rest 
On that day when our fingers met 
And bought pulses of life 
From the maker to 
One rhythm... 
Tempos held in the waltz 
Temporarily 
Making shapes in skins, 
While slower than idle snail 
Words were whispered 
And on that day...


On that day it fled 
Ran away as it felt smaller 
Then infinitesimal 
The irrelevant. 
Its feelings with high frequencies ignored 
As I thought it made me even more flawed.

 
Then I ran to one clothed in adoration and care 
Who'd take us where 
He'd feed the darkness 
While he held me 
In his palms coarse caresses. 
Honestly. 
Those pricked my skin 
Like colds ashes of winter veld fires 
Falling from an impatient sky, 
Landing on all the wrong places... 
His tones would come on stilts for balance 
Covering up the stumps of doubt, 
the pained shouts 
They'd send running back down my throat.

 
See it couldn't bare to share 
Or be kept as a pedestal for my ego 
That was out hiding somewhere. 

He snatched it away 
While I gladly gave it away 
Like  a father to a groom. 
I gave my one truest possession 
To the author of my confession, 
With everything he gave in its place 
Substitution 
Equivalence of exchange 
Like silk for lace. 

So I lost it. 
Not my sanity 
Fortunately, 
But my dearest purity. 
It up and left 
And now caged for eternity 
As time's hands were stern 
With no mercy 
On my purity’s return.

 
It was defiled by a hunter after my being, 
Me being the unfortunate prey 
Of the epitome of pervert, 
For his anatomy was clothed in a demeaning state 
And when all was said and done 
It was forever lost 
And never to be found. 

 

By Gorata Ranama

 

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