From Poet Enoch's Journey Of A Fellow Poem by ENOCH AANU OJOTISA

You know just like that, she rose from my bosom and went into another.
With her wrapper tied loosely around the waist i paid dowry on.
In the bosom of another man there she laid and sold what I paid for...
Then a woman I concluded, is nothing but a good you've bought,
but left in charge of the seller with the key to the place of the good.
She can either trade with it outside or keep it for your convenient use.