Speak The Truth

A poem on speaking truth
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Speak the truth and never speak a lie.

Speak the truth even if it’s to your hurt.

Speak the truth even when no one believes you.

Speak the truth and you won’t have to worry about remembering what you said.

Speak the truth but don’t force anyone to believe you.

Speak the truth, but do it in love.

2020 © Victor Uyanwanne

Husband, Love Your Wife

Husband love your wife

You love your wife and you know it.
And she knows too that you love her.
Your love languages are truly in sync.
All is going well and good for you both.
No slacking, keep the flag flying.
That is how it is supposed to be.

You love your wife and you know it.
But your wife doesn’t think you love her.
In many ways you try to prove that you love her.
But she never really gets to understand you much.
You are speaking a love language different from hers.
It is time you began to learn her own love language.

You don’t love your wife and you know it.
But somehow she thinks that you do love her.
All because you have been acting like you love her.
Is it not time you stopped deceiving her?
And begin to make your love acts true to the heart?
Loving is a choice you have to make in her favour.

You don’t love your wife and you know it.
She too knows that you don’t love her.
But somehow, you are both managing each other…
You are the one failing in your responsibility here,
Because you were the one told, “Husband love your wife.”
Now is the time to make the choice to love her.

©Copyright | Victor Uyanwanne

*First published on my Victors Corner as You Love Your Wife And You Know It

Be Committed To Your Spouse


Be committed to your spouse,
The one you have in your house.
Don’t be distracted by anyone outside
Irrespective  of the turn of the tide.

Be committed to your spouse
And let go of all your grouse.
Love him or her with all your heart
Whether or not you felt so from the start.

Be committed to your spouse.
Never consider him or her a louse.
If you do you will feel frustrated
And your union may be truncated.

Be committed to your spouse
More than you would love a carouse.
Nothing else should make you more lively
Than the love of your spouse so comely.

Be committed to your spouse.
All tensions you must seek to douse
Allow no known blister to fester
And both of you will heal faster.

Be committed to your spouse
Whether away or in your house.
Never from him or her depart
Till death do both of you part.

©Copyright 2019| Victor Uyanwanne

In The Dead Of The Night Again

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Again, in the dead of the night
He threw himself at me in my bed
You would think I would resist him and fight
But the will to fight is lost from my head

I am meant to be the house-help
But he’s turned me into a fleshly slave
Ravishing me, no matter how much I yelp
Oh God, when will this man behave?

I have heard that some men are beasts
Now I live with one under the same roof
He devours me like delicacies in feasts
And please don’t ask me for the proof.

I know what I’m talking about
Even if you don’t want to believe me
I’m no better than a down-and-out.
But this is not what I’m meant to be.

His wife is loving, good and attractive.
She doesn’t know the evils of her husband.
About that, I’m definitely positive
But that doesn’t mean I understand.

She says her husband is a kind gentle man
May be that’s true with her and other people
But to me he is a ravenous and wicked human
Without conscience, without an iota of scruple.

See also the precursor poem: In the dead of the night


©Copyright 2018 | Victor Uyanwanne

Forgotten, Farmished, Not Finished

Biblical prodigal son

Growing up cool, collected and homely.
He had the secured love of family.
But the allures of the world so distant
Gradually began to drift him apart.

Enamoured by the lust of strange women
Yielding to the pressure of unscrupulous men
He bowed on the altar of compromise.
But at last his behaviour proved unwise.

He had thought everything was all right
Till he became stranded day and night.
With darkness so thick and treacherous
The help around was less than desirous

Even though he had truly come of age
He couldn’t get a job with a living wage.
Being bruised left, right and centre
He had a bad storm he had to weather.

See also: The Prodigal Heart

Recalling the wealth in his father’s house
It’s time he stopped living like a mouse.
But behold, the home was so far away
Farther than the journey of a good day.

Coming to his senses, seeing the light.
He knew not to give up without a fight.
He had the choice to stay in the mess
But he’ll forever be eluded by happiness

His pocket, empty without any money
Still he would embark on this journey.
Though forgotten, frightened and farmished
The little hope in him was not yet finished.

Sure he thought he’d be taken like an outcast
But he got a welcome party with a blast
Surprised, the love of his father still abound
Behold the long lost son is now found.

©Copyright 2018 | Victor Uyanwanne

In The Dead Of The Night

In the dead of one rainy night
He crept into my room uninvited
Pinning me down to the bed very tight
He began to do what his body wanted.

This has become a regular ritual
That I’ve come to endure every night
The act has never been consensual
Utterly bruised, I’ve lost the will to fight

One night I wanted to run away and shout
But he threatened to kill me if I dare
Or have me immediately thrown out
Unless I yielded to him with my body bare.

He forced his hard-self deep inside of me
Just as he had done many times before
I know this was not meant to be
Because I know the reason I’m here for

I was brought in here to do the chores
And may be do all the biddings of madam
Now I’m treated like red-light district whores
Subdued, abused and forced to keep calm.

©Copyright 2018 | Victor Uyanwanne

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