I remember,
There were three sets of eyes
Curious eyes of strangers, adoring eyes of family and the envious eyes of my friends
Oh! The lucky girl got the beau.
I had a glass cup full of palm wine that
You and I had to drink from
I'd take a sip, and you'd drink it all
I should have known that it would remain so
Why did I keep dancing?
Even when I saw your eyes
Following not mine, but her every move
I should have known it would remain so.

Anyway, now I have your eyes
At the mercy of my blood tainted palm.

All my friends say I never kissed one frog
Yet I got a handsome prince
I see the envy still lingers like sparks of fire in their gazes
If only they knew my handsome prince turned into a filthy fly-fishing frog
Right after the kiss.

Anyway, now they'll see the frog for real
Your charming eyes are gone, I've split your nose
And your mouth opens to nothing but a toothless black hole
Your face, once able to launch a thousand ships,
Around which you built your glory
Now lies pale and bloated under the darkened clots of your bad blood.

I swore it was till death
How could you forget?
All the times you would hit me while I cried and begged,
Did you think I was pleading for my own life?
I said it was till death
I couldn't leave you while you lived.

I'm sure you get it now that your head lies apart your body
And Oh! Do not worry your dead head about your pride,
I'll dissolve it in acid
Before anyone else sees you're a 2inch limp.

This is not self defence
It has been my life since the first time
Remember Obi? in my story -'Stories of Forever', whose wife made nkwobi with his head,
And pounded Amala with his brown skin... That was you
You always asked why I chopped vegetables like they had done wrong
Now you know it was your fingers I saw instead of them poor veggies.
Now you see why I loved you more in red shirts,
Red is the colour of blood.