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Once married to a Nigerian man, mean and cruel
Who pretty much thought I needed to follow only his rules

Once married to a Nigerian, he had one intention, his 'green card'
I will continue to fight Immigration in that regard

Love from him was not a factor beginning or end
August 2004 is when it all begin

Struggling through the cheating and lies
Asking GOD, then patiently waiting on His reply

Yet trying to understand that we can not questioned His doing and His will
I can't begin to tell you how he made me feel

Fussing and fighting each day of the week
Working day and night not getting a wink of sleep

Did he care? ...nah...! I don't think so!
Little did he know...
...that I had planned long before he thought I would get away and out on my own
By the Grace of GOD I did...move on!!

But before it that happen...
I cared for his son as if he were mine,
He was taken away before the end of time.

He never contributed money to house for anything,
I looked up and he pawned my wedding ring.

I stayed in a hospital bed nearly dying of pain,
The entire nine days he never came.

He changed the locked the front door with the lock and chain latch,
I looked around and patio door was not attached.

I suppose this was to keep me out,
He called the police and they begin to scream and shout...

...about me entering what we called[ OUR ]home at the time,
The police explained to him that was committing a civil crime.

He was arrested several times for domestic violence,
Threatening me each time to stay in silence.

He would ALWAYS say " Jock-ee, dis iz'a disgrace to Nigerian men",
"If u'do-int believe, axe mii fee-ind"

I would ask what is the disgrace?...you aciting this way because I want as submissive as a Nigerian woman, as he would say,
His reply would be "You will see on-ee day!"

Then the show Cheaters was aired on TV as episode six hundred and thirteen,
HIM: 'wah iz da meanin'of all dis'- ME: 'what tha' **** you mean?'

He would always call his uncle Zak, as if he could tell me what to do,
And Zak would part with me, and say "R*****, I do-int ba-leeve wah u tellin'me iz'a true"

HIM: after it is all over with his Uncle Zak, "You'a Amard-ee-can gurl, you ru-ind mii famil-ee, You'a sush'a Bee-ch"
ME: "You just sign the divorce, you green card leech"
...and I was your prey,
It's going to be okay one day.

Now departed from him living a much better life
Praying to GOD that I will some day I become somebody's wife

I didn't ask you before but I ask now O'Lord
That man you send me, we evenly yoked and on one accord


Jackie
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