Leave Him For Me

Leave your love lover
Leave him for me
Let me give you cover
Twice more than he

Wife, he said you became spiteful
You cook no more because you run a firm
So having your quota of beauty rest is rightful
Says your marriage is infirmed,
But you do not care so he pretends
Pretends that he cares no more, or needs no more like he did before but you I can assure that he does.

He picked me up and without thinking I hugged him
Just a hug but it sealed up an enduring night with you,
An unpleasant morning as you rushed out leaving the children with the maid,
Being reminded that Junior had an appointment with the dentist and a letter came from the school about the homeworks he brings back unanswered.
He hugs me even closer, I feel his heart beating.

Wife, he says your off days are church days
Do all of what the pastor says, do all you can to follow his ways, call him daddy and all of his call you obey, sow seeds, monthly tithes you pay.
You marriage is a game of maize
No communication just a play,
Seeds in clay, headed no where
He wonders what the pastor preaches, wonders if you know what the Bible really teaches.
Or maybe the pastor talks less about souls but fishes
Big fat fishes, “Cast your bread upon the waters”
“Give and it shall be given unto you”
“Receive it!” Marital break through, Financial Pull through, then your past and future he sees through then more seeds you sow, lay low woman seeds don’t spring from clay.

Me at the front seat of his luxury car
Massaging his hand, ranting endlessly about my day
We laugh and tease, I enjoy his ease, I aim to please.
I raise the trends about Moesha, he says, “stop it dear, you’re nothing like that girl”
I really don’t know the difference but I just laugh.
He stares at the nothingness of the air and says, “You are different”.
Long silence, we sit timeless

Wife, he said you missed your place
Priorities misplaced
The home is your office to run
Not the office you run
The children should be your problem
Not the workers and the client’s problem
You spend hours to make up.
The children wonder why you can’t make it up, for all the times you promised you’d spend together,
That one time you will be a mother again
That day when nothing but family will matter
For seeds don’t spring up in clay no matter how much you water.

Woman I see your comments under the pepperdems
I cooked your husband jollof, with some pepper there
We both know he likes it hot in there
So I really spiced and peppered-dem
The chicken was good, my sauce was raw
See applied one law

I read your bashing comment under the sugardems
I fried pancakes for your husband, with some sugar in there
We both know he likes it sweet in there
So I really milked and sugared- Dem
The pancakes were good, my syrup was sweet
So I had a mission to complete

Can’t blame me, what’s a girl supposed to do
Sweet mouthed, I did the job
Hold, turn gentle like a door knob
You turned into bedroom slob
Don’t look at me that way, you let me rob
Me atop The driver’s seat, silent ride, the roads are bumpy
Made me a little jumpy, maybe froggy
We came in silence, no time for a dog….gy
We came in silence
Your dogs were barking, I brought your husband home.

Wife, it’s half past ten
You’re still not home, till when?
You want to please career and then?
Life hits you and you blame it on men
Men are thrash, the very ones you littered your life with
Women like you just smash, your simple task was to build,

You missed your place,
Priorities misplaced
Your worth replaced
Your presence unplaced
My every effort graced
Memories of you unconsciously erased

Woman don’t be success crazed
You’re not too late your marriage can be saved
Fail your family and these seeds will dry up in the clay
Lay low Woman, seeds don’t do good at play.

I have no agenda to pepper
So quit being a pepper-wife
Been low on my sugar and I don’t need one for my daddy
Wake up woman, wife up!
Junior is the pillar under these heavy walls of divorce
And it’s growing weak
Work your home, start this week
Don’t call your pastor, wisdom is here for you, seek

Our man, your husband, father of your children
He bought me a ring today
Wants to make me his wife to stay
I was happy what more could I say?
Right, you’re wrong I told him I just found a lover
He leaned close and whispered,
“Leave your love lover
Leave him for me
Let me give you cover
Twice more than he”

I haven’t found a lover
I am one as one can be.
I’m no home wrecker, I know a good man when I see one
I gave back the ring
I could hear my conscience sing
Woman lay low and let us save your marriage
Cos I want to have a family too.
No Pepper, No Sugar, Build’em Up Ministries.


When it’s so painful yet it does not hurt
When the fall is so great but the feet still run

Smiles express tears
The mouth can’t let words out of him so words wander in the mind, hitting themselves against each other causing the mind to loose her interest to fight back then the mouth just smiles in comfort.
For there’s war in the mind because he won’t just let words out.

Smart heart, she shuts her gates before mind comes to complain
She’s had enough of the pity.
Arms folded, she joins the face to smile for there’s more comfort and hope.

The mind will lay to rest soon after the war with words.
Contagious, mouths smile and the heart cheer
Soon the mind will be infected.
Then words will sing themselves out in encouragement
Oh the mouth will laugh out smiles the heart will join in the merry.

Then where will misery be?
The mouth didn’t speak of him,
the mind won the war without fighting
Sweet little heart didn’t give a damn

It will be painful but it won’t hurt
The fall will be great but the feet are still going to run.

Araba Maya

Who is the bearer of this sad news?
Whose lips conveyed this news to my ears?
When did the fellow hear of it?
Why did he choose to tell the world?
For this fellow, who ever he may be has greatly totured my feeble heart.
Someone should hold me,
Someone should hold me,
Someone should hold me,
Three times i ask for help, for i’m losing it.

I dare not look into a mirror.
For i fear i might see the face of an older woman smiling.
I dare not look ahead also, for i fear to see the back of an older woman. Who occasionally turns to smile.
I dare not open the books for in each word and phrase i hear echoes of the sound of wisdom.

Barimah Kwesi Brew.
With her you grew.
1960 in Ghana, i sat under her amongst a few.
So go now i charge thee!
Go to the Fanteland and beg them not to sing a dirge.
Tell them Korkor said they should sing a love song and bid their sister farewell.
Barimah Kweis eehh.
You should have told us that if we count seven stones backwards it would hit your sister.
Hold the hand of your sister till we meet again.

And please hear me if you can,
Araba Maya is not dead.
No one should say that and mislead our young ones.
Araba Maya took a book to read.
And as she sat down quietly, she decided to join the words of the book.
So anytime you read she comes back to life to read with you.

Araba Maya your legacy lives on.
Because we won’t put our pens down.