T.O.N.I
In reference she asked me WHY & then referred
to me as T.O.N.I.
I was only surprise to realise that I had
become The Other Night’s Infidelity.
Wow the things we do in the name of LOVE which we misidentify,
In my reply, I couldn’t lie or deny the facts that
our actions had lacked parity
But mine felt more misidentified than actually been
of line & they blame me,
Only man could take such a blame to let her be
free, so it’s Fine.
But is it? As my supremacy seemed weakened by
her lifelong oblivions
Of the reasons that define the reoccurrence of
this experience,
Mine could be ignorance, but I admit to that, I
could blame it on been black,
But this wouldn’t really be correct. So I
accept the bad that I have done.
Follow it by rectifying action & I become
one, I apologise than run.
Most would say these are action of a MAN
This occurrence found me late but early enough
to mend the situation
I take my father’s instruction. Be a noble man &
put her first.
Let your last actions be your best, which will
define the rest of my life.
So I bid her farewell & I wished her health
(a thousand years of success.)
As for me I felt blessed, that my story I could
tell. Believe me, I got rid of TONI.
