Woes of Marriages

MARRIAGES For long I cherish its trees and flowers As it forms my roots from dead dreams So my aim is to continue from where folks retires it Marry my Golden Idol Marry my love Have children and be a father But now the dream is a battle So I am on a battlefield And I ask dear, who is the foe? here, they are look at them, the enemies Thousand and half Ghana in cedis Twenty four bottles of Schnapps for her Two Singer branded sewing machines for her Twenty four pairs of panties for her Twelve pairs of ladies shoes for her Six stacks of portmanteau bags for her One golden ring for the day in dream One maxi size towel for dear father-in-law Two pairs of headkerchief for dear mother-in-law Yet many are hidden behind the smiles Then tears soon gathers its momentum Soon to flow free But I am not afraid Only I wonder what the future holds Shall I be married When in this day! its now a trade But I blame my folks, my parents why? I should have been a woman to make them rich As this is the song of the day Marriage for SALE! Marriage for sale! Not for paupers Not for the mean Not for the poor Yet Still we shall endure, pay the dowry, overcome the enemy.