Dear Aisha
I’m moving out of the house and into a lil’ hut
Don’t worry about me, success is my only option; failure’s not
I’ve worked my butt off long enough
But I need to be brave and hex away this curse
How’s the baby’s cough, the leaking roof and Mom’s hidden stuff?
You’re the only one who understands why the world isn’t big enough
Believe in the gods above and fear not because soon, I’ll be in a better place
Where the definition of misery is not a baby’s face
Maybe better late this note than not at all
There are no phones where I’m going don’t expect me to call
Tell our little angel, soon I expect she crawl
I’ll be watching and smiling from heaven…oops! scratch that; must be my awful scrawl
Tell Paul not to miss me much, he can have my football
And you know all that I have is your’s; which is nothing- and everything
As I sign off with this red pen
I lay on my bed then
I pray my soul to keep
If I should die in my sleep, its the poison taking effect
Ooops, I meant to say under your pillow is my last pay cheque
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Guess the new year’s kinda scaring the shit outta him. Enjoyed it shah. Good psychological and emotional probing with such few simple words. Keep it up.
*winks* From Aisha: Rest In Peace my love. Ha ha!
*winks* From Aisha: “Rest In Peace my love. Sorry I can’t drink the poison so that this’ll end like Romeo & Juliet.”
lol. Aisha, your guy didn’t kill himself o. he ran away and lied to you. he’s enjoying himself in Kano with another chic
If he’s cowardly enough to quit (commit suicide) on Aisha and leave her to raise their kid alone, then i say – good riddance to bad rubbish!
LOL, I like the rhythm of the poem, true Xtrawero, it doesn’t sound suicidal, but more like he is really off in Kano with another chic. :)
i hope this dude is not commiting suicide oh, that is the interpretation i’m seeing…. anyways this was a BOMB. very sweet poem..sweet but tragic!