Crying Foetus

CRYING FOETUS Hearing through the ears of my mother’s skin; the voice of confusions rushing like waters on the earth; am coming to stay. Crying in the womb of my mother; tears becomes my milk; I Cried for my endangered life hearing; From my mother’s complains; complains of hardship and, unsafe world awaiting me. As the river flow on the rock and the waterfall cry ; advising me to stay, She cried for God’s provision when I come. In my helplessness, the womb pushed me out into this world of endless sorrows. I am crying for the sorrowful life am coming to live, and endured. Crying for the danger of rape; if am female; and, if am male, struggle continues till I return. When I remembered my turning around in the womb, Which one is better; to return, or to face reality of the pains; The pains to pay my father’s debts, pains to renovate his old building; Or the pains to cope with heartless Leaders. Stop crying, said my afterbirth; return, if you can’t cope. - Pastor Alfred Brown.