Poems

Dubsy_ink He sent his people in his stead I was puzzled as to my husbands absence "He is a busy man..",papa retorted Together with his people,well,my people now We'd made the journey to my new home on foot Mamas words kept resounding in my head I was not,on any account,to drag the family name in mud I was to be strong,unyielding but meek I was to be understanding and unbiased Cause apparently,papa had taught me well Ironic,not all these were familiar But who'd listen to a 15year old child anyway

5. Two of my friends came visiting the day before; The younger one being the fourth wife,with advises She seemed happy,satisfied The older,to drive in the knife of my ungratefulness I'd learnt later that hopes of her marrying favourably were slimmer to none Another part of me broke I'd have done anything to switch places with her But alas!.. "They'd be coming for you tomorrow", Mama said while staring at the moon Dubsy_ink

4. Anticipating something grimy always come earlier I'd have laughed if i wasn't at the receiving end Morning could not have dawned any faster Twas as if papas' second wife had foresaw this That woman's feet came scurrying to our hut As there was no love lost between her and my mother Imagine my surprise when her knocks were my crow She'd come to relay the recent improvement I balled my fists with a frustrated groan Papa could care less about the feud amidst his wives He wanted me prepped for my "husband" Which travels faster?..bad news or good news? Reality dawned on me faster than I could blink My dowry had been settled Papa didn't take much though; "Let's save the rest for my coronation",were his words Before this,I wont know helplessness Even if it'd smack me in the face My young mind came up with scenarios to escape But a look at the door would make my courage flat line Dubsy_ink

3. Slithering sounds from trinkets doused ounces of sleep from my eyes I was confused,happy,angry and relieved all at once Mama came for me,at long last "I come from a line of hunters.." Mama whispered while patting my head I am a sucker for histories,lineages.. But my feeble heart wanted a way out of my predicament And not some long overdue story  She must have sensed my disinterest and impatience Cause her tune took on a different note "It is tradition,oko mi.." Was all I heard from her hastily strewed words My pleas were once again stuck in my throat There goes my last ship Dubsy_ink

2. Although they may not understand, Although ignorance is all they think they are entitled to I know better Dressed in one of the best attires my land has to offer Stood my proposed way out of "doom" Judging from the way mamas' eye refuse to meet mine I'd daresay papa already made good of his threat I'd scream or lash out or throw tantrums If it'd help my case But my almost 15years of living had taught me better Dubsy_ink

1. Mama would not see reasons with me Papa would hear none of my abominations My tears irritate the only semblance to kin I've got left Yet I'm not allowed a breather I'm being tossed to and fro Grilled but not listened to;Heard but not understood Papa said to purge me of all evil He doesn't want any dirt to his name He is next in line to the throne after all Mama is cracking;I guess what they said about women, Better still,mothers,being weak is almost true My mind screams and mocks me for being weak Dubsy_Ink