Dance of Infertility

STANDING ALL ALONE THINKING NON BUT ALL NATURE AND DESTINY AT ITS BEST AT WAR BUT WHO WINS GRIEVE NOT WOMAN GRIEVE NOT FOR IS THERE A REASON TO NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE IN THIS LAND WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR MANY YEARS YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER BORE STOP DREAMING THEN STOP DREAMING LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR WITH MILK YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE SEEDLINGS WOULD YOU NEVER TRIM NOR PRUN FOR MOTHER YOU WOULD NEVER BE CALLED WHY LET THIS EMPTINESS RUIN YOU AND INFERTILITY HOOT YOU WHILE YOU SIT AND SING THIS SONG OF MYSTERY AND MISERY THOUGH YOUR CALABASH IS BROKEN AND YOUR BAMBOO FALLEN STAND UP AND DANCE IN AGONY HAPPILY FOR LIFE ITSELF IS A MIRAGE THE MORE YOU LOOK THE LESS YOU SEE THEN TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTH OF SACK AND WEAR YOUR GOWN OF RAFFIA AND COWRIES MADE SHAKE TO THE TUNE THAT LIFE PLAYS FOR YOU COS’ ONE DAY IT WOULD ALL END WHEN ALL THE DRUMS WEARS AND TEARS AND NATURE WITH DESTINY ALL LOSE THE GAME