THIS MAN

For this man I thought I could die

For this man my heart sank and.......

This man

This man who runs after me like only a glance from me could save him

This man who sings my praise, beating the drum taking me back to the root

This man who looks like a child who would do anything to suckle at a mother's breast

This man

This man I call him, for he craves for me and

even the thought makes me blush

This man who makes my innocence to be a crime but then claims not to be offended

This man I screamed, oh! how many would wish they have you

Your woman you say is the calm tender breeze on a summer morning

But this man!

You chase me down the street like there is no me at home

The me that left all I had cause the rhythm of your song I thought I was

The me who sneaked out to dance to your sweet songs under that Oka tree

I Remembered you called me Nne, Ada, Omalicha and you even said I was more beautiful than the igwe's daughter

I suddenly had wings and I knew for sure I could fly

I chased Nnamdi, Emeka and Tobechukwu with a broom stick while you sat on my father's chair and ate my mother's Abaacha

My chest has fallen

My stomach big like that calabash you brought palm wine with to pay my dowry

Sons, daughters I have given you

We sing your praise and beat the drums but you refuse to dance

This man! You have left me at home and you now chase me outside

That me I weep for

This me who is indeed the strong breed

This me who would die for you

This me that made you a man and bore you children

Hmmmmmm

This man

Belle…