“Another night! Dear God, I pray you never let me wake up tomorrow!”
What a prayer, but who can blame him
Not unless you’ve been in his shoes, felt the pain of the pinching
Couldn’t rebuke him either
How could I, me of all people
Me who can’t even remember the last time I heard a summon
Me who is here, still running away from the inevitable
Who will change who?
Who will win, us or religion?
How will I tell her papa, when time comes?
That me, a Christian boy want to marry his eldest daughter
You see why I shouldn’t be calling anyone suicidal
What do I know about graduating with honors and at the end of the day no job
Each night resting your tired bones on your brother’s couch
Watching TV till sleep catches up with you, mind sorting out which office you’re yet to walk into
No! I’ve not been there
I won’t lie, don’t know how it feels like, to fall asleep wondering whether your kids are okay, whether they’re happy
If they had something to put in their tiny stomachs and,
If that man is treating them well or,
Maybe hates and mistreats them since they aren’t his own blood.
I don’t know how it feels like to live, Imagining another man with a wife you loved and still love
A wife you fall in love with even before you understood what love real means,
Playing hide and seek with back in the village bushes
Wondering if she loves him back, If she maybe loves him way too much,
More than she did love you
If I have to tell you, with my utmost honesty
With sincerity yet to be seen in this world,
Suicide thoughts will cross my mind.