A Letter To My Future Husband Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Come Sweety! I say come!
Calling forth things that be not
For surely, it shall come to pass
No King rules without a Queen
No pride in a pride without a Lioness
The one that tickles his fantasies

From my manchester will you suck
The milk of favour and blessings
Daily will I pray for you my King
Making supplications to the Supreme Being
That you may be fruitful and multiply
Just wait till we walk the walk

You be the head and my crown
Let me be the neck; your helpmeet
In my quiet I pray and supplicate
The "Monitoring Spirits" aren't smiling
They kept reminding me of my biological clock
But my waiting time is not a wasted time

Now tell me, are you tall, short, fair or dark?
Are you athletic, straight and energetic
Do you have six packs or 6 cars?
Are you an indomie or virile man?
I need to know before we "Do the do"
That ministry is very "importanter"

Mama wants a grandchild already
Please, when are you coming?
Since this is already promised
When are you bringing the wine?
This is a letter from the soul
Premised on Luke 1: 45

I know you can't wait to worship in my altar
Pure, natural and organic, not "Kayanmatised"
When the time cometh, I will whine and twerk
I will sing you beautiful nonsense from our nonsense
With carefully chosen lines from playgirls handbook
Just make sure you bring on your "A" game

I know you are seeing this my King
All you need do is put a ring on it
Together we'll make beautiful babies
And give them celestial names
I wish we could test before the rest
But I can wait, so our union will be blessed

To all my Sistos, ripe, single and ready to mingle
Whose report would you believe?
If there is no closed case with God
Then our case is already settled
Not our time, but HIS time
Lest you fall into the hands of one unfortunate guy

Allow the mockers to mock
You are closer than you think
It will end as a Cinderella story
Where the prince earnestly comes to the Queen
So, wait, watch and pray
Be advised, swallow your pride
Initially, he may not look like it
Even when he is "The Chosen One"

But this is not about you
It is about a vessel ripe and ready
Who believes in the infallible words of God
That it will all end in praise
As long as bed is undefiled
I will watch and wait

I have to drop it here
I think I can see my king approaching
Together forever loading earnestly
Just make sure you hold on strong
As for me and my King
The wedding bell calls
As we get set for rapturous escapades
In that place called "The Other Room"

Babatunde Raimi
Nigerian Author/Life Coach/Poet
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