I met my godfather not long ago
The 12th of May is when i think it was
A churchgoing morning, the day he picked me
Only to drop me three months later
I know I could be difficult
But, I also know that isn’t why
He let me know he fathered another
And a week later, said goodbye
But why did you welcome me, godfather
When for me, you had no room
Why did you even pick me
If you were not to let me bloom
Or don’t you know that the desert that you are
Though vast, could never nourish a rose
Know that I’m still premature
If at all you aimed to nurture
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