by John Chizoba Vincent
When I was younger,
Father told me of love
When I became older,
Mother told me of marriage
The road I see now seems lost
Because I have been betrayed at last
By the only place I found rest.
See through my heart of heart,
Make the soul of knowledge there
Better for a child to die than get missing,
Women had betrayed my trust
Hold your peace and listen;
For I sing of bitterness not love.
Women have no bearing,
Holding their beads seem so confusing
I have decided to be alone;
For women are so frustrating like the sun,
Their ancient mother betrayed man through apple
So has she done to me now.
The soul of a woman is the serpent itself.
When you see father,
Tell him I want to be alone
When mother comes,
Let her know I have broken the waist beads;
Women have no bearing and their souls
Are the soul of the old serpent;
But I wondered how father manages mother.
I have to tidy my soul,
I have to flush out her poisonous words;
To look ahead in my loneliness,
For being alone is better than
Habouring a liar within your household.
Last updated May 25, 2016