I\'m afraid to do this,
Many have walked away,
For not dancing to their tunes,
They frowned their faces
and tagged me, \'hard to get\'.
I have held my purity
for decades,
But age is mocking at me,
Many lust
after my nkiruka and azuka.
Courtship, the altar of sacrifice,
I have tried to make it work,
But their tales
are never at peace
with my rules.
From church to house,
Here we are,
I\'m a lamb
to be slaughtered
on the altar of his bed.
His eyes feast
on my dangling breasts,
He craves to adore my thighs,
Wishing to pour libation
in my temple.
Though I treasure him,
But I\'m afraid to let him in,
He will dump me for another,
How many has he slained
on this altar?
I\'m afraid,
After this sinful sacrifice
he will spit my shortcomings
Before my face,
And tell me how cheap I am,
I won\'t let him have his way.
But rather,
I will quench his libido,
By boosting his ego,
His superego will mock him,
Then, he will be my slave.
If his Id rules supreme,
And angered lust roars
in his eyes,
I will give him foreplay,
And cast out his animalistic desires.
If he wishes to feast
on my thighs,
And my character lures him,
Let him pay dues to tradition,
And I will become his helpmeet.
But if his agwu persist,
I will take a go,
Not minding the sacrifices,
Or else I will be sacrificed,
To the god of his odogwo.