[center]The Other Woman

Ibukun stood firm crying her eyes out beside his grave
Wailing, covering her face with her scanty shawl trying to be brave
He had promised her marriage but as a second wife
His death has pierced her heart, like a dismantled knife

He was to mark his 52 year birthday this December
Ibukun was only 21 but true love knows no number
They were three decades apart
But true love crossed their ecstasy path

As the six able bodied men lowered him six feet
She removed the diamond ring and folded it in her fist
Her eyes fixated on the casket
Her memory reeled on Cornelius, how he bought her a gold bracelet

As the priest voiced boomed across the microphone
The cemetery was silent, we could hear an echoed tone
A tone from a short, fat woman who was Cornelius’s wife
He had 3 sons, Jacob, Eddie and Mike

Ibukun knew his family and clubbed with his friends on Fridays
He had invited her to his house to mark his 50th birthday
She knew the rules, no trespassing around
Jealousy pumped within her, she got up strutting in the compound

Cornelius watched her peck a guy, flirted and how she was romanced
The manner at which she rolled her gait and whined her butts as she danced
Seduced every guy at the party and her body to behold
She got drunk, nipples pointing, waiting for some erection to hold

That night, wriggling beneath the bedsheets he poured his rage
He took her without pre-intimacy, without kisses, and thrusted with rape
With every moan he offered his heart
She cried and cried yet there was no tag to hate

As the grave was heaped with red soil and cemented
Long after everyone had gone and departed
She held her pregnant stomach crying and wailing
Mourning another woman’s husband.

Inspired from the story “Eyes do not lie” by Chioma Ngaikedi

As composed by
Doziem Nwaeze
Doziem.nwaeze@outlook.com

www.dozynwaeze..com

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