Hello Afnan
Felt the kick of your legs so harsh
On my puffy womb so painful
Noticed you turn quite frequent as well
I’m troubled of gender fate once more
Already you have eight male siblings
You are my ninth dream
Once again
I’m worried
Of masculine omen
Your mannish posture
In my bloated womb
A girl I wish you will come
In a black brittle hair
With furl waves affront
And whitening eyes with sparks
When you turned your body
And kicked your sprouting legs
I know you’d like to say something
But you are just eight months old
With forming crinkled arms
I’m curious
But nervous
of doctors verdict
Therefore’
I will sit at the boat brink
Let the breeze break my tears
Into sudden smiles and laughter
This is my last bearing Afnan
Your father’
My princely crown that glows like diamond
Is now soften and grayed
The hector of my proudly groom
Now snores from dusk till dawn
You will be the last of the’
Chilean wine from my palm vine Afnan
I say’
O Lord!
Hear my plea..
As’
My tapping roots are waning
My pinnate leaves are waxing
And my sexy trunks are not even as beautiful
As in my teenage while
My bowel is shrunk
And my spinal bones are untied
A girl i hope you come!
Already bought some colorful bids for your spongy hair
And a dangle little lamp to walk the corridors at night
O Lord!
Cleanse my maternal tears’
And bless my night with a yelling queen!
I really like this. I think it’s a fitting ode to a woman…and her unborn baby…and the fears that usually plague them around that time.
I did notice there was hardly any visible rhyme scheme…but I didn’t find that a problem.
Interesting.
cool letter
u began with a writing pattern and very clearly, deviated…not sure it rocks that way…
Though there isn’t a rhyming scheme to this..It is just what it is..The yearning of a woman for a baby girl..(who says itx only boys in demand?)…
I just wrote like i was a woman…I hope I’m well?? maybe I just like them ??? maybe is just wild imagination
Thanks @Seun,Ada & Bub
Wow!
I had to go back up to check the writer. This was very nice. I almost wished I could experience being a woman…God forbid.
@kaycee,respects o
Trying to be good lyke you
What an exceptional piece! If I could quote my favourite lines, I would end up quoting the entire poem. Once again I’m fascinated by your poetry excellence, Ayuba… In fact let me quote:
“My tapping roots are waning
My pinnate leaves are waxing”
Chai! See imagery – raw, domesticated and richly African!
We totally feel the yearning plight of the pregnant mother as her body weakens, in her patient wait for a baby girl – “her cute little yelling queen”. Must surely share this!
@Dowell..thanks you just made me wear that kind of smile on your face
@Kaycee, what’s God forbidding? You think the men are more priveleged? Foul!
@Ayuba, your poem’s sweet. I got your message clearly.
@electrika, what else na.
Looking at my mum, sisters and girl friends, I thank GOD that i am a MAN.
In fact i have decided to increase my church offerings just cos of that.
Hahahaha!
So you even give offering at all.
Nice. I liked this poem. The woman is tired. Nine pikins, e no easy…
This is RICH poetry.Did I hear somebody say u started with rhyme and deviated,not making it rock?PLEase…@ Ayo keep firing…
The concrete nature of the poem sticks to d reader.I am nt a woman but i can feel the baby kicking!@ Oga Kaycee I support u on dat…Thank God i am nt a wöman.no apology @ Elecktricity
Nice poem….says who dat men are d only one in demand…duhhhh
@Eletrika,thank you…I think Kaycee knew you were going to read that
@Sambright..thanks so much..I like the fact that you clarify Bulbblinna
@Gboyega..thanks for the time
You know , it is clear this poem is set in the olden days , as using modern day Ultra-sound machines would have resolved the Lady’s dilemma…lol ! Great Piece man.
Thank you @Aghogho…think you are Urobo..Mavour!..
@poeticlicence – EeeeEeeee…Oshaina , migwo o !
ve-ndo…Actually am Yoruba but did my NYSC in Ughelli where i contacted your language…cheers bros
thanks
@poeticlicence wow ! that’s great , we’re all Nigerians after all :)
Keep on writing.
Yes o..bros