This Long poem is in response to Bada Yusuf Amoo’s I NEED AN AFRICAN WIFE.
I need a husband
A man that would remember,
I was taken from his ribs and not his feet.
A man proud to have me by his side
and not leave me struggling to catch up behind.
A man that understand, I am human
with feeling, opinion and ideas.
A man, man enough to put my needs before his.
A man that believes we work together
to make our lives a paradise on earth.
A man who respects me as a partner and not a slave.
A man that knows we complete and complement each other.
I need a husband
A man, strong enough to share
the responsibilities of daily living.
A man that wants us to spend every time
we have together before the hands
of daily life drags us apart.
A man that understand pregnancy
is not a disease or ailment.
A man that understands me enough
to know how I deal with his emotions.
A man that understands that child discipline is a joint effort.
A man that is humble enough to accept when I give him expert opinion.
Oh I need a husband,
who sees when his mother is bang out of order.
A man that would cook for me
without feeling less of a man
A man that would love me enough
to make me think of home at work.
Yes I need a husband
Who would treat me like a first lady
even when I don’t feel like one.
A man that sees me as a friend and companion
and not a warm body to satisfy the urge in his groin
or a maid to cook his food and do his laundry.
Oh God, I need a husband
One who would call my untidy hair “beautiful”
And my salty rice,” delicious”.
A man that would not see me as an object in his possession
but as a human; born like him.
A man, man enough to love me
like Christ loves the church
A man loving enough
to deserve my submission.
What I need is an African husband,
A man with a combination of character
that would shame the stereotype African husband.