I Am Espoused To A Curse. Poem by Tony Adah

Love's tender arms
Have grown roses
Fewer than the thorns
We knew when we had
Nothing than love
We smoked garri together
Ate roasted yam in palm oil
Tampered with salt and pepper.

Today is better
And love's voice
Has turned into a whine
Emphasis is shifted
And money is driving
A huge buggy that
Leaves me trekking on my own.

I thought
I was protected
Being espoused
But today
My hope is shattered
And I am wriggling
In vain to come out
Of this prison.