Treat her like a queen,
When she called you a king,
Serve her caparison garment of honour
Never despised her when she's discomforted.
Let her voice count
When decision is on dining table
Let her cut her share
For her fading voice can save the future.
Love her soul not her beauty
Blossom face can bring gloomy future
Beauty fade in a twinkle of an eye
For her soul inherited the gracious beauty.
Never turn her to a whore
She is meant to be a shoulder
Not toilet to dump your semen
A whore smells worse than toilet.
Have you heard of real African women?
They stick to one man despite the up and down
They care for the man and seeds
The African blood runs through her vein.
Don't be a furious lion to her
You will end up devouring her
With soft words and lovely rod
Guide her steps to right path.
Shape her like a graven image
She is raw in her imperfect state
Her likens are differ from yours
Make her your perfect woman.
Never give in to Africans sayings
She is not meant for kitchen
She is your bone and flesh,
Help her when she's down.
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