THE CRY I PROMISE YOU

MY TEARS WILL HAUNT YOU 

It was happening there

Now I found myself here

I was conceived out of wedlock

By a careful careless mother with a heart like padlock. 

Who wasn't ready to mother me

Yes!

It happened at Fuwukari,

Few days ago,

My mother birthed me;

And throw me to the dustbin.

Though she tried to abort me

When I was few months old

Pills, her daily alcohol,

She takes it and wait for reactions.

Reaction to abort me.

Fate was fair,

The pills were proteinous nutrients

Then comes eight months

She birthed me,

Without recourse to her life.

She birthed me,

Without shame she made dustbin my home,

My cry rises and falls, 

But she deafend her ears.

It was horrible and terrible, 

I wanted to drag her

To this painful sleep, 

But mercy pleaded her course. 

The Cross is merciful 

In her bleeding state, 

She wailed and cried for mercy

Bleeding, her open sin. 

Friendly foes, 

Dragged her to the clinic 

To cleanse her clinical nonsense 

She was saved. 

Yes! 

I died, because he and she 

Abandoned me, 

They left me die in painful mockery. 

Will I ever forgive thee? 

At your marriage bed 

Hope you will pray for a child? 

Fate will fight you. 

I wail in purgatory 

Waiting for the forgiveness 

Of my Adamic nature, 

You brought this upon me, mother! 

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© Mazi Chukwuemeka Muoneke Around The Globe