Domestic Violence by Wale Ibiyemi

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Mother is limping; a guerdon

Of her encounter with Bash Ali,

Our father; the embattled one.

All lizards lie on their stomachs;

We don’t know which one

Has stomachache.

We are men, we are strong

Let us beat our wives to prove it!

Mon amour, my heartbeat

How dare you talk to me that way?

We are men, we are strong

And we will beat our wives to prove it!

I am the head of the house,

Jesus has given me authority

Over my house.

Wife, you must obey my every word,

Wife, you must satisfy my every want.

We are men, we are strong

And we will beat our wives to prove it!

My fingers itch, I

Will scratch it with the bone of my bone.

I am hungry, I

Will eat the flesh of my flesh.

The lie aeonian:

“…And so they lived happily ever after”

Epilouge it is:

Cinderella,

your eyes are swollen

What happened after honeymoon?

Has the monster been awoken

The one who guised himself a prince?

Beauty has kissed the Beast

Again, but turn he will not ‘nto

A prince:

He will turn into The Hulk

And pummel his wife to death.

 

Olawale Ibiyemi is a student of Babcock University, a young poet, aspiring author and an accountant

 

 

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