I got married some years ago
To the woman my heart could never let go
The heart takes no permission to love
Even from the head that sits above
Daughter of Delta
Son of Ora
Together, they took my home and all that I owned
While drowning in tales of my woe
I looked into the eyes of my transgressors
They showed neither remorse nor deep thought
I am obliged to forgive the rot
For my oath was “for better, for worse”
She called it a pleasurable sin
Ash Wednesday adultery
Why do people live up to the expectations of their enemies
Yet are suspicious of friends that warn them of adversity
– Osasu Oviawe
