I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Who could believe this tale?
Like a dream,
It happened so fast,
The bond is like blood and water.
We dated for months,
Church was her home,
She conditioned my libido
under lock and key.
For the sake of Ifunanya,
I sticked to her,
Her religious piety, awes me,
Her voice arrests demons.
Her spiritual giftings lured me,
To prove my manliness
I paid dues to tradition,
Waiting for religious rites.
Kwokirikwo a futile mission,
With no option,
We tied the knot;
consummation a feast.
There was a war in the uterus,
Zygote the battle ground,
Yoghurt and ova became friends,
Nine months came with tearful laughter.
Kiths and kins paid homage,
Mistrust visited,
Crushing our union,
Her true self revealed.
The resemblance is far alike,
DNA became a solution,
I died many times in the hospital,
Someone should tell me, is not true,
Heaven will be let loose today.
- Author: Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 28th, 2024 01:53
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on DNA saga. Mistrust is one of the major factors that has visited many marriages. It's believed that most first borns are not the biological son/daughter of the husband. Many a woman gets involved in sexual escapes with their exes before the wedding, probably to say goodbye to each other. The consequences of this parting gift end up in pregnancy, and unknown to the husband, he accepts it without knowing that he isn't the biological father of the child unborn. In today's society, many are caught in the web of this circumstances.
- Category: Reflection
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