Oh Child of my Womb!
Let the pains of labour,
The aches of my back ring the bells of restrain to your swift but slippery feet on the path of fame and ambition.

Oh Child of my womb,
The world around stands still for you,
The mother hen has hatched its egg in maturity,
Let the frail feet develop its strong bones.

Oh Child of my womb!
Be careful to observe the ticking day,
Never be anxious of the passing night;
The time of summer will never run over winter.

Oh child of my womb!
The owner of thy garden
Earnestly wait for thy beautification,
Sending the gardener to till your ground for multiple harvest.

Oh Child of my womb!
Do not cast your precious pearls to the swine;
It is meant for the day of celebration, not for fable exploration.

Oh Child of my womb!
Never lean towards the majority,
That looks like the right route;
The true right is never generally accepted;
The true wrong is the choice accepted by general.

Oh Child of my womb,
Beware lest you board the train en route destruction,
Consider the Supreme Being now for all your strength;
It pays with the coins of glorious landing!

This piece is a clarion call to all, especially the young ones and children. As we grow to see beauty and intelligence in ourselves, we must not forget to be single-eye on God, and remember His labour over our lives; it only pays off if we can channel all our being on Him now; the devil or the world waste precious destiny like ours if we give in to them.



© Abidemi Afolabi
May, 2021 Poetry Series
HPL

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