Letter To a Mother 2

A kettle can never call a pot black Are they not from the same world of pain? I swing my Ego in one last time of my life And i was caught in the absence of hundred times A snake won't fail to give birth to a long thing When mother cow is cropping giant Grass in the field Its calf watches her. Don't weep for me i will be alright For the black heart is never innocent in day time Smile not behind the thick forest of hatred Bouncing back to the beak of the nestling earth . I heard it all when it all started before the rain The trumpeting thunder that visited home in my absence The culture diversity in the course of my freedom I heard you sold my beloved sister into slavery You and your intelligent husband betrayed us Tell him that i am coming soon Tell Ugoloma never to relent for his wonderful spirit Tell Mbadiwe, your intelligent husband that i am coming He was sold to the bar when i was born His father danced naked in front of the bartender Yet he covered himself in the act of immorality Shame kills faster than disease in our hometown You sold my sister and betrayed me when i fought you My brothers you left naked under the bridge Then your Intelligent husband, handed me over to law Tell him i am coming to smile for you both I could see my sister's tears whispering to my ears You gave us sour breast milk to suck And tied our legs like the fire wood not to see the future Long as you breath, shall i torment you Even if it shall be my last will, i write. Future of my past, honour lost in sadness in my Grand mother's days they were separated with fence Our world is different, we come together with kola nut My verses are too many to challenge my authority I think your mother heard the faraway cry of her grand son Because she visited and told me of hope and peace But believe me you, i am coming back black and red With a snow like cutlass and tell you to your face That the journey is too short to rot in the rotten shinning jail of Unwanted dreams and drive which were shattered away. Since your intelligent husband had sold his soul to the bar And mine to the prison yard, i am coming to send him to hell If tomorrow never come, i denounce you as my parents Long, long ago have i waited to feel mothers love But the african Hospitality isn't seen at home. You sent fear into our souls and challenge our feelings Ndukwe told me my sister was sold to that arrogate Bottom bellied man who leave down the street of misery Mother why? mother why? are we not children enough? Yo keep us at the back of the fence reaching you becomes worst than Ebola than you smile As if all is well, you failed womanhood Tell Mbadiwe i am coming soon Tell your spirit to weep now or never For you deserve not the vein of motherhood I am coming home, just tell the world Let the rain wash not my pains For they are the future of my past. YOUR SON.