Poem 4# Marriage: |Relic of Culture
Once I asked my celibate neighbour
“Why ain’t you married.”
Like a tidal boomerang he had thrown back the questions, “why are you married?.”
But while my response were building up like the whirlwind in prep stage,
He added, “begin with a definition of marriage.”
Memory lost won’t take as souvenir the Rememberance I had of how detailed I was answering him.
Had he not listened like a mountain to a flaming bushfire or an Iroko tree nodding only its heads of branches to stormy dam pour?.
Have you a knowledge of the effect of a meeting live wire? the sparks in his eyes at my summarised closure of marriage as ‘social contract’ goes miles beyond that effect.
He said so much, my prejudiced stinginess won’t allowed me to share with you all but, hear this, “contracts, that both contractors had no saying it its foundational pros and cons as marriage is but a Relic of culture!.”.