By Rashidat Ajakaye
He married me before marriage,
in his house, I rest,
by his side, I rise to see the dawn,
like a newly married bride
at the dawn of her earliest and romantic moments.
He married me before marriage,
his car is always parked before my bungalow
as though he is a selfless driver.
Patiently, he waits as I power my birth-marked face
calmly as a snail’s movement.
He married me before marriage,
he rings me each second I am away,
he is concerned about what concerns me,
he treats me as his wife,
and loves me like his daughter.
He married me before marriage,
his heart beats each time
I place my right cheek on his chest.
His attention isn’t weak but observant enough
to philosophise the moods I hide or show.
He married me before marriage,
When thousands speak and he listens not,
he listens to my eyes and does my wishes.
Like root and fruit,
we are dear to each other.
© RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE
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