Few know what Lot's daughters did to him when they found themselves alone in the mountains with their father. Though not redacted, this is one of those parts of the Bible few clergymen are keen to speak on.
They brewed beer and bedded him. They'd left men behind in a city the angels had cast into ash and where the last woman to know him carnally was made into a pillar of salt.
They made it out of sin city with sin-stained fingers and sin-stenched hair and performed the act of incest. Saved from sin, and yet they took it with them, preserving it from a fated end in ash and ember. Coming across Kopano Maroga's poetry, I felt a biblical kinship that exists between those who have studied this text in search of like-minded "sinners". And sauntering before us in full pride regalia would be none other than the prince of all sinners, Jesus, waving a contract confirming that all our future sinful acts are absolved.