[male vocals] Immaculate
Ogochukwu…
My
question
is
not
to
fight
you.
My
question
is
for
us
to
understand
each
other.
If
a
rule
protects
you,
should
it
not
protect
me
too?
The
painful
question
is: “
Why
was
understanding
demanded
from
me
yesterday,
but
when
I
ask
for
the
same
understanding
today,
it
becomes
a
quarrel?” “
If
late-night
coming
was
dangerous
when
I
did
it,
has
the
night
suddenly
become
safer
because
you
are
the
one
returning?” “
Was
the
concern
really
about
the
safety
of
the
family,
or
was
the
concern
only
about
who
was
coming
home
late?” “
Why
should
the
same
road
be
dangerous
for
one
spouse
and
safe
for
the
other?” “
When
the
night
grows
dark,
who
thinks
about
the
children
waiting
at
home?” “
Do
the
little
ones
not
deserve
the
presence
and
attention
of
both
parents?” “
Should
responsibility
disappear
simply
because
the
person
outside
the
home
has
changed?”
They
may
sit
there
until 10:00
PM
or
later. “
Yesterday,
coming
home
late
was
a
problem.
Today,
after
closing
the
shop
at
six,
we
can
sit
outside
for
pepper
soup
until
ten.
What
happened
to
the
clock?
What
happened
to
the
concern
about
the
night?
Why
has
the
same
evening
suddenly
become
different?”
The
point
is
not
to
condemn
eating
pepper
soup.
The
point
is
to
ask
why
a
standard
that
once
seemed
very
important
now
appears
less
important. “
Immaculate,
come
with
clean
hands,
He
who
comes
to
equity
must
come
with
clean
hands.
If
the
road
was
dangerous
when
I
walked
it,
Why
is
the
same
road
safe
when
you
walk
it?
If
the
night
had
danger
yesterday,
Does
the
night
have
no
danger
today?
Justice
must
wear
one
garment,
Love
must
use
one
measure.” “
What
you
condemn
in
another,
Do
not
make
it
comfortable
in
your
own
hands.
When
one
finger
points
at
another,
three
fingers
point
back.
Two
cannot
walk
together
unless
they
agree.
A
house
divided
against
itself
cannot
stand.
The
same
measure
cannot
be
heavy
in
my
hand
and
light
in
your
hand. “
Immaculate…
I
changed
because
I
loved
you.
I
stopped
coming
home
late
because
I
understood
your
concern.
I
am
not
asking
you
to
stop
your
meetings.
I
am
asking
you
to
understand
me,
the
same
way
I
tried
to
understand
you.” “
He
who
comes
to
equity,
come
with
clean
hands,
Let
the
same
measure
be
used
on
every
hand.
If
late
night
was
wrong
for
me,
Let
it
be
wrong
for
both
of
us.
If
understanding
is
needed
by
you,
Let
understanding
be
given
to
me.
Marriage
is
not
a
courtroom,
Love
is
not
a
competition,
We
are
husband
and
wife,
Let
fairness
build
our
home.”
FINAL
SECTION
The
song
should
NOT
end
in
anger.
Instead,
end
with
reconciliation
and
wisdom.
The
husband
says: “
Immaculate
Ogochukwu,
I
don't
want
to
win
an
argument
and
lose
my
home.
I
don't
want
to
prove
that
I
am
right
and
make
you
my
enemy.
I
want
us
to
understand
one
another.
Let
the
same
standard
protect
both
of
us.
Let
our
children
see
peace
between
their
parents.
Let
the
home
be
greater
than
our
pride.
Let
love
be
stronger
than
our
differences.”
Then
finish
with
a
spoken
proverb-like
line: “
He
who
comes
to
equity
must
come
with
clean
hands.
A
marriage
cannot
stand
on
double
standards.
The
same
roof
should
shelter
both.
The
same
road
should
have
the
same
rules.
And
where
there
is
understanding,
peace
will
find
a
home.”
The
bridge
should
feel
deeply
emotional
and
reflective. “
I
am
not
fighting
you.
I
am
asking
you
to
see
the
contradiction.
I
changed
because
I
loved
you.
I
am
asking
for
the
same
understanding
I
gave
you.”
The
final
emotional
impression
should
be
one
of
love,
fairness,
accountability,
wisdom,
and
a
desire
to
restore
peace
in
the
marriage.