The Day I Married My Love
The day I married my love
How would I forget the day I married my love ?
The day daddy lavished wealth and fame
As he filled city hall with people and wine
And made music available from dawn to dusk
And danced left and right like tongue of flame
With his golden cap adorning his head,
His hearty pendant on his gutful chest.
How would I forget the day I married my love ?
As mother blessed my sweetie for fruition
When she asked love to break calabash with her feet
The number of pieces , the number of our children;
When Christ-like, mama with cold water washed her feet:
Peace,love , victory and tranquility.
Just how would I forget?
As darling looked at her mother’s eyes and wept:
Mother today I would marry my love, she said,
Bless me that fortune shall be my portion,
That with belly I would carry babies
And on my back I would wrap them.
How would I forget my memorable day ?
The day everyone joined her to call me husband,
And same folk joined me to call my darling wife
The day I did not hide from her daddy to kiss her
The day l lifted her up with waist
The day she was dangling and dangling her head on me.
The youngest marriage is the sweetest,
Come darling , let’s go to city hall,
Let’s go to city hall and marry again;
Alas, who shall be daddy?
Who shall perform the rite of calabash
And wash my darling feet ?
From who shall she now seek fortune?
Oh time,how fast you've made all a memory.
9/18/14
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