HOW WILL SHE TELL MAMA?

Óya seems to be correct,
Ósun was right.
Love has caught it's pest,
The predator is in sight!

The epistle too long to tell,
How her dignity was lost.
To deceit she fell,
She loved to a fault.

Bright and sunny seems the future,
But appeared too short.
In a jiffy it flew
To the cold hands of lies.

She's confused,
Locked up in frustration.
Her pride is taut and loosed,
She threaded the path of destruction.

The hope of the family is destroyed
Unknown to everybody.
Papa is dead and gone,
But, how'd she tell mama?.

I am Emmanuel.
©2017.