YOUR TIME

It's your time

Use it, no crime

You are the rave of the moment

And the hottest on this settlement

But I will beat you at your game

Contract me and you won't remain the same

Ask those I am journeying with on earth

And you'll know that I am as real as death

YOU HAVE YOUR DEFECT

Is battering
The only path to correcting
Is punching
A true way to clarifying

Remember you are not perfect
You too have your defect
And she condones its effect

So make her better
Not bitter
With batter
You take away her glitter

MY LETTER TO MY HUSBAND

If I were your sister

And a brother from another mother

Who should be my dearest

Turned out to be the cause of my unrest

The source of my bitterness

And murderer of my happiness

What would be your take

On this quake?

If I am your daughter

And my suppose lover

Head

And protector of shed

Redesign my face with punches

And my body with bruises

What will be you reaction

To that situation?

It truly I am your wife

And the love of your life

You will consider this letter

And change for the better

MY FATHER'S WAY

I warned her
Several times I did sir
But she didn't listen
So I gave her the lesson
The way my father
Dishes it out to my mother

PLEASE HELP ME

'Please help me
My wife I no longer see
Though she is alive
With her drive
Still at its best
But she had transformed into a pest'

'Please help me
My man I no longer see
Though he is breathing
With every quality of a living being
But he had metamorphosed into a beast
And needs to urgently see a priest'

'Please help me
My parents I no longer see
My father a beast
My mum a pest
His anger he can't tame
And her mouth always on flame
Both contributing to the bile
Present in our domicile'

THE NEW YOU

For every action
There is a reaction
To every act
Is accorded a resultant effect

So when next your mouth goes out of hand
Have this at the back of your mind

If you push him beyond border
He might become a murderer
But If you come through
Will you like the new YOU?

TWO QUESTIONS

Whenever you raise your hand to hit her
Two things you must remember sir
Two great questions
You must answer before your action

If she dies of my swart
What will I tell the court?

If she lives afterward
Have I kept my promise to the Lord?

IT'S IN YOUR COURT

Brutality shows no superiority
Cruelty shows no authority
Learn not to be corrosive
Never be aggressive
Address her mistake
And cause her no ache

Surrendering is not weakness
Giving up is not foolishness
It will only save you some slaps
And injury laps
It will keep away strive
From your marital life
Apply it always
And you shall be happy all days

WHERE HE NEVER WANTED TO BE

It was his first
But her last

Now he is at the place
Where he never wanted to make a base

A SPOUSE AUTHORITY

A husband's strength is not at his wrist
Neither is his power at his fist
A spouse authority is not in his kick
Neither is it in his belt of stick

Calling your wife to order with a whip
Takes away the flavour in your relationship
Bringing her back to her senses with violence
Takes away the sense in your presence
Correcting her with batter
Is nothing but a big blunder

NEVER KNEW

Never knew I could write any love piece
Until I thought of our first kiss
And the message
It sent through its passage

Never knew I could write lovely lines
Until I saw the signs
And your proposal
Begging for my approval

Never knew I could write sorrowful verses
Until your punches
Shipped acute pain
Down my lane

Never knew I will write a sad poem
Until I heard on radio FM
Of how a man snatched his wife's breath
And the thought that you'll soon punch me to death

AT THAT MOMENT

At that moment
When the him in you needed fulfilment
And you panted like you'll die
If she didn't take you to that sky
She accommodated you
And allowed you go through

At that point when her baby
Needed no maybe
She satisfied your appetite
Even when it lasted through the night

But what have you repaid her with
Heap of removed teeth
Swollen face
Body turned plaster space
Regular visit to the clinic
And the fear of dying with the next kick

THE SUDDEN CHANGE

Never seen my mum that beautiful
Being joyful, made it more wonderful
Her laughter was loud and clear
And drew everyone near
The radiance from her inner base
Dispelled the wrinkles on her face
We sat together to watch a movie
Indeed it was groovy

Then we heard the knock
It was six o'clock
My cruel father had returned from work

MUM I'LL NEVER MARRY

After listening to my story
She said' Mum I'll never marry
For all men are the same
I don't want to be a battered dame'

'O beloved daughter
Don't mind your father
Or get discouraged by 'baba' Favour
Our next door neighbour
They are both disgraceful elements
Men who can't keep their marital commitments

Just continue to pray
As I will everyday
That God gives you a lover
Who will only get better
As you advance in age
At every stage of your marriage'

MASTER-SLAVE

But hate his character
I love his person
Though he hadn't learnt his lesson
And I pray things change for good
Before the law takes him for food

I love my mum
But hate her present form
I love who she is
But detest that she lacks peace
And I pray things changes
Before she dies of punches

I love my parents
But hate the garments
That adorn their companionship
Their master-slave relationship

PROMISE OF BLISS

Where are the lines of those beautiful love poems?
What had befallen them?

What of the lyrics in those lovely text messages?
Where are the images
They created
And promised will be activated?

Where are the words in those conversations?
The affirmations
That promises made
Will be debts paid?

Is this
Your promise of bliss?

WE ARE NOT PRFECT

If we were perfect mammals
We would have joined the supernaturals
And there won't have been any union
Neither would there have been any incarceration

If we were perfect man and woman
We won't have being human
And there won't have been any marriage
Which you can turn to a bondage

If we were perfect lovers
We won't have been involved in earthly matters
For we'll have no human weakness
A quality present in every master and mistress

Why then the battering
When we aren't perfect beings?

HER DAILY PRAYER

I thank you lord for making me a wife
Though I hate this stage of my life
Thank you for holding me on
Even if in my marriage there is no more fun
Thank you for the ability
To still be living despite his brutality

But Lord I never prayed for this
When I was still a miss
Never prayed for a dearest
Who will bless me with his fist
A lover
Who will make me a prisoner
Or a marriage
That will become a garbage

Lord I am not denying the fact
That I had undertaken acts
And made mistakes
That could cause quakes
But if you Lord should mark our guilts
And punish our faults
Who shall survive
What we truly deserve

So I pray for a change of notion
That punching is the only form of correction
And battering
The only path to re-directing

WAKE UP POETRY

Flow you pen
And condemn violence against women
Get not tired o paper
Let's stop the increase in the number of battered mothers
Depart not inspiration
That we might erect peace in every union

For I refuse to remain silent
And allow crisis become the rave of the moment
I am tired of hearing over and again
The fear of spinsters wishing to join the marriage train
The cry of countless
Turned motherless
By their belligerent fathers
Turned conjugal boxers

Wake up poetry
Let's save marriages in my country

IN BONDAGE

Instead of words
He uses cords
Instead of clarifying
It's beating
Instead of correction
It's affliction

For fear of knock
I dare raise no talk
Of resentment
No comment
For fear of distress
I'm always speechless

Though I am in marriage
I am also in bondage

UPHOLD YOUR VOW

There is no place
Where the animal in you can't unmask its face
No angle
Where you can't display with your ankle
Even before her colleague
There you claim she plays another league
Or in front of her friend
'You no send'

But when she saw you at Hotel de Castle last Saturday
You went to discuss business with the lady in gray
And when she pressed further
Your fist supplied the answer

O beloved spouse
Was this part of your marital vows?

I AM A VICTIM

Whenever he is high
He goes off key
Makes me cry
And no one will console me

When he is not drunk
He is still a beast
His fist enjoys on my trunk
Like a child delights at the feast

ALWAYS

I crave always for his absence
Though a bitter experience
But it's sweeter than his presence

I wish for unending trips
That will strip him of sips
On home bound ships

I pray for God's continuous reaches
To purge him of the use of punches
And fill him with lovely touches

I look forward to when he shall always be away
And I will pray
'God let him stay'

THE PRAYER

I pray not for a spouse like my father
A boxer and wrestler
Don't want to end up like my mother
The battered lover
I pray my unborn won't be like my brother
And sister
That, like me, they won't watch their mother
Suffer from an indifferent father
O lord, hear my prayer

I AM AN ORPHAN

I heard the whipping sound

As his rod brought her to the ground

Heard her continuous cry

Alas help was never close by

Maybe I should call 911

To help curb this shame at our lawn

If only I had made that call

I would had averted this gall

His death sentence

For ending my mum's presence

YOU KILLED HER

'No! it was an accident'
'There had never been such event' 
These she kept on saying
To sheild your wrong doing
Hoping that some day
You will amend your way

But as the days grew
And the months flew
Your ego became stronger
Your fist, the player
While the belt got a taste of the action
And the rod passed by without caution
Till that night
When she joined the flight

WHAT REAL HUSBANDS DO

Demean not real men
A man's home is never a den
Don't disgrace real husbands
Their marriages are promised lands
Defile not their world
It's not a shelter for the wild

They are not leeches
To reward their wives with lashes
Neither are they cows
To keep not their vows

They cherish their spouses
And will never use fist to browse their faces
They love their wives
And will never add battering to their lives

HER DREAM

A companionship
Free of affliction creep
A marriage
Void of bandage
A union
Ignorant of burn

This was her wish
Tagged crush
Her dream
Swept away in his ravaging stream

I AM A SUPER MAN

I am a super man
Not because I can lift a van
For no matter how you pump my can
I won't be able to undertake such plan

But because my dreams I can fan
And do periodic scan
That I might achieve most of my palns
Since I can't add to my life span

I am a superman

Because I CAN