What I need to write is a writing of unusual language.
Yesterday, I packed my luggage and baggage.
I was ready to meet my groom who sounded like António Jacinto
My beauty draws my hair, but not the tasty food in my bowl.
Consider the grace and peace in my breast and the pain in my back.
The gap in my teeth and curves in my neck.
The spark in my eyes and the invite in my smile.
Even the span of this hips and swing of waist couldn’t be compared to Maya Angelou’s Phenomenal Woman.
I have been insulted by a Man: He called me “Konongo Kaya”
One who has always proven to be a Crook!
My groom never saw these stupendous Look!
A crook is what I see and not a Man.
He ditched me for greater.
Jilted me for another!
Now, I’m trying to hold back to this silent tear.
Let me tell you my greatest Fear.
That through it all my mind and heart still aches for him daily.
“Konongo Kaya” meaning- Pretending not to love someone when in actual sense you do; and in effect, you don’t want another to take that person.