no title yet

He said he loved me
I melted at his touch
My heart yearned for his
Oh, love has never been so good

He slapped me
No that was a slip of his hand
He never meant it
He said he was provoked
And jealous
Why would You hug another guy
Love is Jealous
He repeats

He send bouquet of flowers
And an apology note
Ololufe, da ri ji mi
Invited me over for dinner
Knelt down and brought out a ring

We married
But never saw happily ever after
It’s either a punch
Because the soup was too hot
Or stripes
For the child cried too loud
Lonely nights became a usual
Because He was always out on a duel
Business deals he calls them
Women dealings I know them

He snuggled me against the wall yesterday
He ripped my clothes
Accused me of adultery
And raped me
Or how do call it?
Because He’s husband

Here I am
With bandages and plasters
From black eyes
To Swollen lips
And now broken limps

He called it love
But now I know
It’s just torture
And abuse

*Say no to abuse of women



9 thoughts on “no title yet” by mojisola olajummy (@mjeezyfone)

  1. ……………………………………………………………………………
    I saw the woman
    Beaten by her man
    turned rubbish by humiliation
    I wonder is there could be reconciliation

    I saw the woman
    turned house girl by her man
    in a way uncalled-for
    and really fucked up

    I saw the woman
    beside the ghost of her man
    bruised from head to toe
    by her man who’s a foe

    I saw the woman
    buried by her man
    who thrashed her to death
    and I carried her with my eyes wet
    ……………………………………………………………………………

    1. thank you very much for the added lines @innoalifa

      1. @mjeezyfone, the pleasure is mine :)

  2. Sad story, @mjeezyfone.

    The message is clear, but it could do with some polish.

    1. @TolaO thank you for droping by

  3. kay (@kaymillion)

    Gud 1
    but the mercy in the hrt of a woman wil always forgive…

  4. Sad but real.
    Well done.

  5. True words, female folks always at the receiving end.

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