By Kantanzi Suzan Amumpaire

Sometimes a smile is not proof of happiness. It can also be part of a performance maintained so carefully that everyone else begins to believe it.

In Pretty Little Wife, Kantanzi Suzan Amumpaire explores the hidden resentment behind the image of a cheerful and devoted wife. Speaking directly to her partner, the narrator promises support, patience and loyalty. Yet beneath those promises lies a “pretty little lie”—one she must learn to believe herself in order to keep playing the role expected of her.

Give me a second, Baby.
I could make up a pretty little lie,
Pretty with feigned joy, just like you like.
You never listen,
So it definitely won’t offend you.

Just one minute, my dear.
I’m always creative, don’t you fear!
Just what you ordered, I never sneer!
I will only be vile
Behind that bright little smile.

But hold on a jiffy!
Hold your breath.
You see, I must believe it myself
To get the winning act together,
For the jewel of my pretty little lie.

I am very happy.
After all, I am your pretty little wife.

Go live your life, honey!
I’m good here.

Get those awards, darling!
Travel the world on work trips.
I will always be waiting here.

And when you get old, my dear,
Bones and skin tear,
I will still be here,

Cooking your meals,
Filling your needs,
And being your happy, content little wife,

Holding onto my pretty little lie.

— Kantanzi Suzan Amumpaire