"His voice," Oreke sings, "was like that sweetly juice that endears butterfly to rose," and "nights with him... were as pleasant as boiled corn eaten with salted coconut." But that was in the beginning, before the marriage was consummated. Now, Jagunlabi, the husband has become "something else" and their home "which in the morning was a spice of butter and honey," has metamorphosed, becoming at sun down, somewhat like a drink of vinegar down the gullet...