But Ifunanya Knows

Ifunanya nwa m furu n’anya
Thoughts of you lifts my spirit higher.
Realizing I will lose you pushes me further into depression.
It is never my intention to leave you but the economic situation suggests I stand no chance.
Last time we had a dance at Afropolitan vibes, I noticed so many eyes on you.
I could imagine what they had on their mind. “Why did such a damsel choose a pauper?” they must have thought.
Too many proper guys with all the good things of life but you chose me.
I can’t even afford a rose flower not to talk of a glass of Rosé.
But somehow you manage to stick around and still whine for me.
The immediate future really looks bleak for me and I doubt you can remain patient till the last.
A voice keeps telling me I will definitely lose you as you can’t wait to get married and become a parent.
I know I love you the most but I am the one who can take care of you the least.
The king’s son will soon be on his way to pick ‘the list’ for your bride-price.
When you are gone, I may be left in ruins.
I will however be pleased that someone is giving you all the good things you need.
I hope he satisfies you emotionally and doesn’t leave your heart on a knife edge.
Sometimes the best gift we can give to loved ones is to let them be.
Ifunanya is love. I love to love you but this time, I have got to let go.