The Honeymoon Ah! My memory of all else may fade. But the memory of my honey moon; That life’s only greatest day! There were 40 days to it in whole. Each resembled the one 24 hours!. He bathed me all over every day; With his sweet earnest kisses; Alas! Nothing further; Nothing! On return I carried beside my burden; A load of gifts to all our families… To our friends the lie! “It was sweet!” To my family; tears and the truth. And I in tears handed back to them, My virginity as additional gift!! Agnes Ponilako Lukudu
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