Letter To My Husband’s Lover
Gboko gboko,
I will not push you away the way the wind blowing on the surface of the ocean pushes water aside.
Like a mother hugging her new born to her breasts, I will welcome you.
I will not curse you a thousand and one times because I know feelings are fickle and sometimes you cannot control how you feel about him.
You will not see me break into pieces like the windscreen of a car subjected to pebbles neither will you see me throw a fit when the weather is in a blanket of darkness.
You will meet me with smiles; happy as a clam and sweet as the honey you dip your skin in every week.
‘It is not your fault’
‘You don’t control how you feel’
‘He is the one who made the commitment and not you’
I will say to you over and over again.
You will slowly feel ease and like a newly hatched chick, your worries will be non existent.
I will only strike when you’re content, happy as a reprieved thief.
Then I will tie you tightly to a chair, stuff your mouth with paper and take flesh off you daily.
I will ask you why you’re damaging, why you took something that does not belong to you and made it yours.
Like a child lost in a new city, you will cry for help. Only this time, nobody will answer your call.
I will squeeze the redness out of you, till it makes an Isle of your frame.
And I will uncover use for your remains.
Your lover’s wife.
