In Fearful Pain Poem by samuel nze

She was pounding yam
For her husband
The pestle went up and down
Her breasts did the same.
For her huband
Her breast pounded
He was pounding her
His torso going up and down.
Her breasts pounded
In fearful pain
She had offended him
He was pounding her.
In fearful pain
She received the blows
His torso going up and down
He was pounding her.
She loved him too much
To run away
She bore his pounding
In fearful pain.