My Son

The bleeding of my eyes cannot be over emphasis as the a weakness of my heart. i have been brave thousand times to stop the black sky from darken my heart, yet my braveness was sold in penny days ago in public. Your father has sold his soul to the bar where his father refused to accept defeat thousand times. My son, mother is weeping as my pen is bleeding. the Debts has accumulated in a very high rate And your sisters have returned from school with their back on the back of the house weeping like weepers Yet, all the burdens and the cross of this home are rested upon my shoulder to bear in pains. Things has fallen apart and mother aren't happy. the tuberculosis has began his romance on your father After the last taste of palm wine he had last time And i don't relish the prospect of getting him treated All the time he would go back again with drinking. I am not writing to ask you of money as you may think But for you to come home to murder the madness Created by his mad attitude in the midst of madness of the day. Son, remembering where we started before the dark cloud Where mankind eyes divided our dreams of perfections. I saw the show and reflection of our difference in you Knowing in your presence my hunger for love would Be banished and my murdered tomorrow received love in the eyes of those who laughed at me. Mbajiakuwas here yesterday with a clapping lips. Clocking the tress in the compound with his words But i told him of your fathers madness and he hurt me . Son, they made me a monster of loneliness The day i and your father became strangers. Your father is no longer receiving treatment because all That i have saved is gone. My life, a divided of two by two without a resounding adjective to qualify the nouns. Son, i am broken in pieces ! Mother is dying in silence as if she has no one to console her in this dark side . come home son before your sisters are sold to get Your father treated as planned by your uncles. I will be waiting under the tree where you grew up to welcome you. YOur mother.