Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Why Have You Become A Prostitute My Wife? Comments

Rating: 4.3

When I got you, you were that village girl who was so beautiful though naive in your ways of life.
I was ready to love you because you were my parents best choice for me.
The more time I spent with you, My love grew like a tree planted in a fertile land.
I bathed you with treated water and and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress written on it, ‘I stole your heart' and put sandals of fine leather on you.
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Preston Mwiinga
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maseko mvula 24 January 2018

nice work of art..its really sad how someone goes from goes from good to bad...

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Chinedu Dike 23 January 2018

A sad story of an ungrateful and adulterous wife is aptly captured in the poem. A tale of fundamental betrayal of trust nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Preston.

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Preston Mwiinga 24 January 2018

Thanks alot Chinedu, I am so humbled and thanks a lot for the support. always be blessed in everything

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Rose Kanana 06 September 2016

This is quite deep Preston.Betrayal in marriage is such a letdown.

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Preston Mwiinga 07 September 2016

Yes and at times we turn to wonder what exactly might have gone wrong to that love they hard at first. Though betray is never a solution in life

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 September 2016

When I married you we became one body, but now it is one body against many bodies. becoming one body and one flesh is very much biblical........... thank you very much......... for this poem.

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Preston Mwiinga 06 September 2016

Thank you so much Dr. Tony I am so humbled

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