not far from where I was born
into the palm of soaked cocoyam leafs
this story begins not far from the end
the story begins with
many questions that I cannot answer
the footnotes on how we met are archived
in between my legs
he asked me to marry him with his dick inside my mouth
the brown roofs are metaphors for the tenants of our history
about how my husband mistakes love for sex
the only time he tells me he loves me, it had rained
and there is no gas to boil water.
"Love Story" arises from the queries about the thin line between sex and love, which dragged along itself, questions that are veiled by different beliefs about a woman's body, her religion and culture. It's a subtle jab on matrimonial idiosyncrasy.