Mama Peace vs Papa Peace (Part 2)

NOTE:

I wrote the first part of this poem - the wife's side - sometime ago. Read here.

This second part is a response from the man...................................................

I no blame you

See your mouth like mumu.

You no know how I be

Before you agree marry me?

Abegi, I happy to go ! 

My belle dey sweet

Because your wahala be like meat;

Wey don spoil sotay....

People dey smell am from far far away.

Abegi, I happy to go !

You sabi sleep church

But your tafia tooo much.

You even be church leader

But your ashewo no get meter.

Abegi, I happy to go !

Yes, I carry your sister

But you follow my brother.

Yes, I follow Dora

But you kele Pastor.

Abegi, I happy to go !

I even thank God

Say na only Peace be my blood.

The other four go surely go prison

So wetin be my own ?

Yeye woman, I don dey go !

mumu = fool

Abegi = Please (sarcastically)

belle = tummy

wahala = trouble

sotay = so much, so badly

tafia = being nosy, gossiping

ashewo = prostitute

kele = to sleep/ have sex with

wetin = what

yeye = useless

English Version:

I really cannot stand you

With your mouth like a shrew.

You knew what I was

Before you latched onto me with your claws.

Puhleasse..I am glad to go ! 

My mood has now turned sweet

Because your attitude stinks like meat

That has become so putrid

Its smell travels far far afield.

Puhleasse..I am glad to go ! 

You are always the last to leave church

Yet you gossip so much.

In church you are a cornerstone

Yet your promiscuity is well known.

Puhleasse..I am glad to go !

Yes, I slept with your sister

But you ravished my brother.

Yes, I cheated with Dora

But you seduced the Pastor.

Puhleasse..I am glad to go !

I even thank God

That only Peace is truly my  blood.

The other four are surely prison-bound

So why should I hang around? 

Puhleasse..I am glad to go !