In England, her love for Henry blossomed like spring flowers after a hard winter. But she abhored the way he dressed in England. They fell in love when she was working in a little coffee shop across from the Crystal Palace. Tall and jovial, he fell romantically in love with her at first sight. After a brief and hilarious courtship, they got married in a small Presbyterian Chapel in North London. Her people came and her mother shed a tear when it was announced that the newly-wed couple would go to Africa. From that day,her world collapsed. He had never even hinted that he had joined the colonial service. Nor did she know that her honeymoon would be a hurried affair in Brighton.She wept most of the time on board the M.V Apapa that took them to Africa. Eight years and her temper grew worse. She got farther and farther away from her husband. They never had a child. A child would have made all the difference in the world.

Read the following poem carefully and answer the questions that follow:
I love you, my gentle one;
My love is the fresh milk in the rubindi
Which you drank on the wedding day;
My love is the butter we were smeared with
To seal fidelity into our hearts
You are the cattle-bird's egg.
For those who say you are wealthy;
You are the papyrus read of the lake;
Which they pull out with both hands.
And I sing for you with tears
Because you possess my heart.
I love you my gentle one.