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.
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