Her Labour
Looking into her eyes i saw labour,
In the sacredness of her bowel, i bowed
Her innocent hands cuddled my waring spirit
When my soul is vexed and versed with fear,
She pull me close to her heart
Her heart beats lured me into unknown dreams
I saw her
In the thick forest,
She trod, defying scorching sun and rumbling thunder
Full of grits and guts
Harvesting her tears and pains
With hoes, her mind is made up
Her son must live
At dusk, she choke the woods
As the aroma of her labour entice the gods
Does the gods eat?
Why not ask my mother?
awoh awoh
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