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On the night your father
Pounced on me in drunken stupor
Because my food pleased not his tongue
Many a night, I’ve neared the cliffs of death
My beauty vanished by the magic of beatings
For I was but a drum happily beaten
Forced to make beautiful sounds
What choice did I have?
I was just a wife.
Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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