FOR BETTER FOR WORSE

Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke


Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.

 

Charity begins at home, 
Ask Mama and Papa,
They won't tell you a sweet lie, 
If fate was fair to their union. 

Relationships might seem smooth, 
Because many a partner pretends, 
The cuddlings and snuggings 
Might look real. 

Infatuation might becloud the minds, 
Don't mind her Azuka and Nkiruka, 
Look deeper than her curves, 
All these will suffer the tyranny 
of time. 

Her character will stand 
The test of time, 
Culinary skills don't really matter, 
If she is teachable. 

Don't let iheuwa, blind you, 
Are you sure he is the right man? 
Forget the size of his wallet, 
Look deeper than the size of his tail. 

"Till death do you part" 
Is not an irrevocable vow, 
When the going gets tough, 
Some might sing feminism 
Into your ears, heed not. 

They are agents of divorce, 
Stick to your vows, 
Slay on your knees, 
Seek counsel, if Ekwensu
makes your home his thrown.

Before he walks you down the aisle, 
Seek divine counsel,
Before you say I do,
Be ready to fight both physical and spiritual battles. 

Agwus in your maternal and paternal homes will come visiting, 
To torment your faith 
In the New religion. 

You might conquer, 
If religiosity isn't your shield, 
Faith in Him, will pull you through
Life and fate aren't fair.

  • Author: Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2024 02:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on marriage. It deeply cautions and reflect the journey of marriage. Marriage is sweet pain, so married couple must learn to enjoy the gain and also endure the pains when it comes. Two matured minds must work together to make it work. It takes two to tangle. No beautiful marriage without pains.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • peet

    So true. At the end of all the bumps, you begin to enjoy it.



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