My husband,
The wound is still raw, raw in my heart
Many years l've stooped to low, low in your presence
But you've kept on hurting me, me with all kind of shit
Today l've decided to unveil, unveil your domestic violence
My husband,
In our courtship, you were well mannered
You loved the church, and God's word
I saw holiness in you, and holy spirit of God
But today, you are doomed
My husband,
Through you, l've suffered
Through you, l've been mocked
Through you, l've moaned
Through you, I've been injured
My husband,
When l was about to deliver our first born
You came home one day smelling wine
And when l enquired, you slapped me several times
What wrong had l done? I cried bitterly
My husband,
See, this left hand of mine, you broke it
14 years down the line, one cold evening
Truly, were you mad or fit?
If it were not my parents' support, would we be shining?
My husband,
Why do you want to curse our children?
Did you support their education?
Blame yourself blame your wine
You used to hurt them, leave them alone
My husband,
Jesus Christ changed water into wine
How could l change sukumawiki into meat?
Or you wanted me to be like Jesus God's son?
Because of what you used to do, they fear you and when they see you, they recall it
My husband,
How many times did they sleep hungry?
How many times did you pour water in our three stone cooking machine?
How many times l'd you come home peaceful and not angry?
Please don't curse our blessed children
My husband,
If you want lightening of God to strike you, talk ill of our children
Why don't you get satisfied with what they give you?
Remember God is still angry with you man
See, you are a doomed husband who was one time a Christian
@Hosea M Namachanja
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