By Tikum Mbah Azonga
Routed, booted and nailed
How could she speak
The poor girl
And as if to add insult to injury
Her mother accused her of infirmity.
So don’t ask why she wasn’t bailed
Or why on that day, the bed didn’t creak
If you were this poor little girl, wouldn’t you also hurl!
Now everyone accuses her of perjury
So, how about the vows of chastity?