THE UNBORN CHILD I got excited when she became delighted Like the nectars free from arthropods I gyrated in degrees beyond measure Everytime the house is conducive I smiled when shes glad in her heart As her heart was the purest source in there Alas! I rebuked you one after the other But you refused my turnings against your thoughts That poisonous water you took nauseated me Though I was unborn and unseen I wished I was independent and seen You were recalcitrant with the sun And you didnt care for the umbrella I wished I was out very quickly Maybe I would live and breathe on my own I whispered my name to you severally But you ignored it and gave me my friends name Now I would come out by force and rush Your delivery-taker was blind and funny He once called me a gyrating girl And became stupid when I came as a bouncing boy Oh! Out at last but the ambience was worse To go back or to stay here became my dilemma Oh! this is my story The unborn child in my gravid mother Sijuade Sanusi(Dr Oasis) November, 2012
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 07:13:10 +0000
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