The faithful wife of a born-again Christian husband
Baffles herself in silence, she can’t understand.
She slaps her cheeks with the Bible,
To stifle the laughter she shouldn’t let look.
For the pastor’s jokes, though light and free,
Her husband’s humor should be enough for she.
She will hold her aching thighs together,
And pray for Jesus to take her masturbating thoughts away.
As the landlord smiles, reassures her grace,
While her husband does the work of the Lord in a distant place.
At 4am, he returns from overnight prayers,
With sisters from the Salvation of Africa Church,
His calling from God, a burden to bear.
She asks for forgiveness, for not being as devout in prayer,
Even though her libido fills the empty bed.
The crying baby, a miracle, he said,
A gift from God, though the truth she dreads.
For the maid bore the child, a son so dear,
Yet she clings to faith, through every tear.