She That Finds My Heart Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

She that finds my heart
Found a young African poet of a dark origin
Whose anguish grows in words and grievances melt like aches
She finds a heart of a social critic
Who uncovers deceit through the bleeding of the fearless ink

She that finds my heart must hail from tribe with many tongues
Not a woman who needs interpretation to my slang
She must be one that's brave in thought but weak in mother tongue
when once am boiled in the vein

A woman who desire many men is one whose leg is close to early grave
And existence is just like the candle stick that ends at the
tunnel

She that finds my heart shouldn't be one that's recently
welcomed to the life circle
Whose awareness hasn't gone beyond divorce
Not even one who allow adversity on her way home knowing I ve encountered numerous havoc clothed in different regalia while
coming to this life

Remind her I have no home of my own
Neither the one made of goldstone
It is the same famous hut reserved by my foster parents
I ve been left with during their early days on earth
Before the brutal genocide that makes life incomplete

She that finds my heart should be someone whose maturity
Is old enough to differentiate wisdom from foolishness
And able to lead me home where my agony will be laid before
eternal rest
She should be willing to get drenched in the rigid rain
That rains nights and numerous days when the journey becomes
hard for legs to trek
Tell her to get ready to be eaten up by the brutal sun from the sahara
For days ahead will come when life will choose to be far from normal ejecting the scents that uplift life

Either primitive or a modern woman; let her be willing to remain in my abode to be the eyes that will see for my offsprings when am no longer here to build from scratch so my fathers name won't be pushed to the underground
Let her be a woman that has seen sorrow with both eyes
And one who has witnessed where hearts were broken in two
and patched by the goldsmith
Or one who can bear all things so whenever am insane and fallen out of my real sense because of anxieties of this world she will be in control and in charge of my entire life teaching me morals
instead of consuming me with words and mother tongues
seeing my behaviours as a total stranger

I need a woman whose words will wet my soul when its dried of courage and caution
Not one who carry vengeance like full basket of melons
waiting to drop it like a time bomb when she heard the day is
evil
A nagging woman is a deliberate trap set to a man made of
high temperament whose anger hurries to consume lives
And later left in the den of reproach

I need a woman who fights for her husband with the best of
her brain and not with war of words
And one whose brain suffers from primitiveness
Shame and shyness will hardly allow to share my bed with
uncircumcised men of my tribe
Men whose manhood are like the cassava stem too quick to
throw a salute at the sight of a newly wedded bride

Her maturity shouldn't be measured by the size of her boobs
At least let her be that of the potters height whose gossip
won't be the husband weakness and one infertility won't bring
a breach to a holy matrimony
Not one who will table my ignorance to the crowd to measure
the length of my brain

Fetch me a painkiller whose quick action cures hepatitis
A respecter of my people's opinion
One that Christianity won't deny our own way of life

She that finds my heart should come with morals
Sense of belonging and words that consoles
So character won't be a stumbling block
By the time we approach a new life.