I sat there in my little, steamy kitchen Deaf to both tweeting and preaching As I stirred the porridge in my shiny pot “A wife should cook,” was all I thought
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BASK IN BLOOD by Mugana Dunamis
Have you seen me lately? I’ve come sailing this stormy ocean aloft my ship to set sail for a hunt for thee is certain Some say I am a help meet but bound and imprisoned for another’s pleasure I’m a slave to my better half since I’m weak and a bit fragile I am the… Continue reading BASK IN BLOOD by Mugana Dunamis
AN IDEAL WIFE by Moses Oluwatobi Adebayo
Count your wealth, plentitude of gold, The crystals of the sea,weigh your jaspers; The goldsmiths refines them, if they are old, Buy it from menfolk that sells topaz; But an ideal wife’s priceless than all Nor can be own with coral of cush; With precious jewel or onyx mined raw, Her grace is beyond a… Continue reading AN IDEAL WIFE by Moses Oluwatobi Adebayo
BAD HUSBAND IN THE MAKING
I’ll not be a good husband because… I do my laundry by myself there’s perpetual order on my shelf I fold my clothes… pant, shirt, singlet there’s no pinching odour in my toilet I’ll be a terrible husband because…. I cook my food, it’s rarely bought there’s no sign of soot on my pot I… Continue reading BAD HUSBAND IN THE MAKING
THE WIFE MATERIAL
She’s like a butterfly Her love is hard to get All the men try But no one has had her yet She believes in fairy tales Her man will come someday She says her God never fails So her prince is on his way You’ll never find her in the club I call her the… Continue reading THE WIFE MATERIAL
HER INFERTILE FIELD
In her age of flowering: She saw her petals glow Under blissful drizzle of rain She saw well, rainbow and rays Some day, when age is age: Her beauty might link beauties. Under a shade, near her weary roots; She stood, staring at shrivelled faith And greeny leaves of hope dried! She sat at facade… Continue reading HER INFERTILE FIELD
I NEED AN AFRICAN WIFE
I need an African wife A woman that believes men have nine bones A woman that believes man comes first A woman that thinks in the circle of men’s desire A woman that believes her man determines her paradise A woman that believes her man is her Lord A woman that believes men have what… Continue reading I NEED AN AFRICAN WIFE
…OF AN EXPECTANT MOTHER
Child, why have you forsaken me? Why have I not seen a glimpse of you? Why have you not paid me a visit? Child, Oh! My child! Why have you made me The laughing stock of my foes? Why have you made me a prey to my lion ‘in-laws’ Why have you made my future… Continue reading …OF AN EXPECTANT MOTHER
THEN WILL MY PEN CEASE
With my feather and inkwell I’ll express my state of mind On my scrolls I’ll pen my bitterness towards mankind Until respect and tolerance is shown to womankind Ne’er will my feather wither, ne’er will my ink cease Until that cruel man stops being a dictator And to her, he’s actions are no longer a… Continue reading THEN WILL MY PEN CEASE
THE SCAR
These scars I earned 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… Continue reading THE SCAR