He does not go to work; He barely has a decent job.
The last time I checked, He got sacked from office.
He can hardly fend for himself.
He can hardly get for himself three square meals a day;
Let alone add me to the equation.
Not to talk of our yet to be born kids.
(Just so you know, we’re planning on having quadruplets.)
I doubt if he has even eaten today.
He always claims to be fasting and praying.
Reaching out to the heavenly of heavenlies.
But the truth is, he’s hungry. Like very hungry.
I mean very very hungry. It’s severe. You can call it critical.
But thankfully he’s got a potbelly;
And that’s all that saves him of his mediocrity.
Yet he claims to love me.
Yes he claims to want to have me as his wife.
He tells me he cant live a day without me;
And that without me, his life will be meaningless.
A day does not go by without him,
Reminding me of his love for me.
A day does not go by without him,
Reminding me of how beautiful I look.
He always showers praises on me.
He tells me I am well endowed.
He says I’m the apple of his eyes,
The sugar in his koko, the butter in his bread…
And on and on he keeps flattering me with sugarcoated words;
That seem to have been gleaned from a book.
I think I love him. I’m sure I do.
But he’s a midget. And I am not.
And you know marriage is no joke.
Ofcourse marriage is not easy.
It comes with its own entourage,
Accompanying seasons of both good and bad, bitter and sweet.
He may not be a destitute,
But he’s a midget. And I am not.
I can’t accept a midget’s proposal.
I’m way above and beyond that.
Love alone is not enough.
Dexterity in bed is not suffice.
He needs to amass some wealth.
Otherwise it’s a No! No! for me.
Pegihoney 