For Her🌹
Mrs. Anyanwu Olanrewaju. The bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. Queen of my heart.
I looked at my wife, sleeping so soundly. No doubt she was completely away from this earth.
I loved the intimacy we shared.
How our marriage, by companionship, was led.
Six months passed, and i was still in awe of this woman.
Four years went by, i began to wonder if she was human.
The way she kept our home, attended to my needs,
She was everything my heart and body needed to live.
"ife.. I'm pregnant" she said and smiled shyly like a three year old pleading for ice-cream.
I held her by the waist. My heart wanted to scream.
Finally, Me? A father? I had barely perfected my duties as a husband.
And now, it was i who felt shy like an amateur drummer in a live band.
I began to wonder how this new chapter of our lives would unfold.
I knew we'd make it through. This is what marriage is about, sticking through thick and thin till you're old.
Besides, i had Anya. She was my strong hold.
And i was thankful, FOR HER.
