Wed Me I Pray Thee

Wed Me I Pray Thee

WED ME I PRAY THEE

Silent snickers and baleful whispers, she hears

Pitiful looks, she endures, even the woebegone stares

The endless prayers, meetings and fasts, to all she adheres

Her massive pillow, dutifully soaking her ceaseless tears

Yet another year gone by, none to assuage her fears

 

Alas the dreaded welcome announcement, Temi and Bola to be wed

‘Twas through her, the brother to the sister led

Ewedu to Okazi, numerous stomachs of couples she had fed

Yet with none, her best moments shared

Her only companion, her big silent bed

 

Surely it must be Tunde, heard him with the pastor speak

Her joy knowing no bounds, expectation at its peak

She daydreamed, glad tidings carried upon the eagles’ beak

Twas not to be, fortune upon her would not streak

Life’s twisted punishment, a future so bleak

 

The church be spurned, street lights and dark alleys cajoling

The doctrines adhered to for ages, now odious and stifling

Its precepts archaic, practicability befuddling

To the club, she basks in delight, the sea of eyes ogling

Thronging admirers, the plea in their eyes, beguiling

 

A touch here, a kiss there, forever we’ll be together

A roll in the hay, not a thought of her thereafter

Secret sins of the dark choking her, the inexorable accuser

‘For all have sinned’, bent knees in worship, plea to the Forgiver

Strengthened resolve, the quest continued, for that suitable ‘other’

 

From pillar to post, she goes, By Jove, I must marry

Haba, all these years or still wait for Jesus to tarry?

All these insults, veiled invectives, I alone must carry?

Anyone would do, be it Tom, Dick or Harry

Hook or crook, this year, in my hands, this evasive quarry

 

More years roll by, forty and five, lacking a companion

Bleeding heart, lesser hopes for the craved union

Wind ripped from her sails, devoid of a bastion

Eternal solitude, would she ever be a part of that sacred communion

The scourge of singlehood, her foisted medallion

 

Mildred Hughes



11 thoughts on “Wed Me I Pray Thee” by MildredHughes (@mildredhughes)

  1. “From pillar to post, she goes, By Jove, I must marry

    Haba, all these years or still wait for Jesus to tarry?

    All these insults, veiled invectives, I alone must carry?

    Anyone would do, be it Tom, Dick or Harry”

    My best lines. Well done.

  2. This is really good.
    And so true.

  3. This is a winner. Its perfect.

  4. Great Poem, Is this an event that happens to every Nigerian? Everyday?

  5. The rhyme is fluid and sonorous
    The idea is poignant and very well expressed.
    The depth and simplicity of the poem is fabulous.
    Well done.

  6. Fantastic piece…well done!

  7. Poignant. It tells the story really well and I almost wept. Almost.

  8. Wow! Love the rhymes and the flow.

  9. The beauty of a sad poem. Well done, Mildred.

  10. the simplicity of a complicated issue of the heart. Typically nigerian. I enjoyed it

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