I have not been the same...

I have not been the same

Ever since I found out what you do

With other bodies

When my body’s away.

I have not not stopped crying

When my eyes see your lips,

I imagine…

All the places you kissed her,

Places your lips were only designed for me.

The Aunty’s from Ebonyi, Borno, and Oyo

Console me at night…

Using their own pain for an example

For why I should tolerate you…

They sit me by the fire

Exchanging stories of

When Gbemiga did this…

And when Chidi, did that…

Or how Hussain was caught with own sister.

But when you are in me

Stroking slowly

I wonder if this is the same way

You stroked Latifa, Aisha… Fatima

Or Chioma, Folu, or even Bisola

I have not been the same.