Self - pity

By Alefina Vuki

You get a hiding and you run away into the bush where you gonna starve yourself to death, and your parents will be sorry they ever laid hands on you, they’ll think of what a real sweet kid you are but then it’ll be too late you’ll be gone, gone, forever, And . . . and . . . and . . . the tears are pouring down your face as you see yourself dead and your relatives are crying their hearts out, but then it was their fault.

And your monkey-faced sister she’ll be screaming and saying to forgive her, she didn’t mean it and she won’t ever do it again, she didn’t know you were gonna die.

But you're just gonna lie there among the most beautiful mats and masi, and everyone is regretting they were ever so bad to you and they are all missing you but then they shouldn’t have given you that hiding.

And — and—and you remember your sister sniggering and looking very smug while you ‘poor thing’ was being thrashed like a dog, and you’re getting madder and madder and just before you die you’re gonna run now straight home and give her such a good walloping on the ears and she’ll be real sorry she ever told on you.