Me, the woman you promised
To be with forever
Late, you come home
Roaming about with bottles
To smash on my head when query you
Now you call me a witch
The woman you swore
To protect all your life
See my cheeks
Molded by your blows
You show no remorse!
Why treat me like a thief
Caught stealing five naira magi,
Why call me name like a street harlot
I am your wife, your better half
And I’ll still be there for you
No matter the situation!
It’s for better or worse;
Treat me like the queen you use to know!
I wait to hear you say “I care.”
Written by: Moses Opara
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.