Daily Trip To The Ancient Heritage

_Dear love, my king, it's a beautiful hour to remind you of how we started. When you would promise me a forever green love. The sweet words, the golden rhythms and those baskets of praises. The time was memorable and great. I thought this scenes would continue until now that I'm pregnant. Now, I see the worst of myself and realize how insignificant, irritating and insalubrious I become in your world. I cry everyday because of your reaction towards me. If not for other families I've seen, I would have believed that pregnancy is a crime._

_I'm tired and weak. Your complaints are enough to make one sick. You said I'm deformed. Was this my structure before now? You lament about my saliva. Dear, I'm not also feeling good with it. But as you can see, I take a good care of myself because of you. I'm not strong, I still try to make you happy. Instead of being my partner and companion for carrying our baby, you deserted me, ignore me and even speak harsh words. I'm not happy with you. Return your care. Speak good. Make me smile. Please adjust, dear._

 Writer: Muhyideen Kolawole