Why Have You Become A Prostitute My Wife?
When I got you, you were that village girl who was so beautiful though naive in your ways of life.
by Preston Mwiinga
I was ready to love you because you were my parents best choice for me.
The more time I spent with you, My love grew like a tree planted in a fertile land.
I bathed you with treated water and and put ointments on you. I clothed you with an embroidered dress written on it, ‘I stole your heart' and put sandals of fine leather on you.
I dressed you in fine linen and covered you with costly garments.
I adorned you with jewelry: I put bracelets on your arms and a necklace around your neck,
and I put a ring on your nose, earrings on your ears and a beautiful crown on your head.
So you were adorned with gold and silver; your clothes were of fine linen and costly fabric and embroidered cloth.
Your food was honey, olive oil and the finest flour. You became very beautiful and rose to be a queen. And your fame spread among the nations on account of your beauty, because the splendor I had given you made your beauty perfect.
Ala he ho and he ho Alas my wife.
you trusted in your beauty and used your fame to become a prostitute. You lavished your favors on anyone who passed by and your beauty became his.
You took some of your garments to make gaudy high places, where you carried on your prostitution
I am filled with fury against you, I am divorcing you today[
You adulterous wife! You prefer strangers to my love for you!
You have managed to completely kill the love I had for just like you killed a lot of babies through the many abortions you carried out.
Go away from my house because I did not marry a prostitute.
I am not ready to die of STI's because of you.
When I married you we became one body, but now it is one body against many bodies.
You have slept with many and it has now become your way of life.
Remain well my dear wife, our journey completely ends right here.