One in hand, one
at the back,
Looking
pregnant, and carrying a pack.
This was the
plight
In which, I, at
morning light,
Found a
particular young lady
Whose details I
found considerably shady,
I stood with my
mouth open
“Close your
mouth”, someone said,
“Or you’ll find
a fly in it soon!”
Quite young for
her age, she was,
To be in that
position.
I began to
wonder from whence the fault was.
And so, I went
about, searching for light
That could be
shone on this sight
Which was quite
damning, never mind endearing,
So unwelcoming,
yet a norm, becoming.
Yes, the rate at
which
Our young girls
become “rich”
Not with their
laurels and educational degrees,
But with their
hastily acquired “PHDs”
I mean their
“Pikin-Husband-Degrees”
The first easily
gotten like honey attracts bees
And the second,
not usually gotten with ease.
Away from my
musing,
I was with my
mouth agape,
As I stared at
the lady.
A part of my mind
was tending towards condemnation,
When another
part popped the funny question:
“Could it have
been rape?”
Thank God for
rationality,
If it had been
rape, would she have three?
Or should we say
two-and-half?
If the first had
been a mistake,
Were the others
to be cast off?
The best thing
to do,
Is to love them
and not condemn.
Yes, mistakes happen
But the results
are blessings too.
To the single
mothers,
Do not keep
quiet, be a sign of strength.
Serve as an
example,
So the upcoming
ones do not even attempt.
Remember the
ostracism,
Recall the
stigma.
Friends refused
to roll with you,
Between you and
peers grew a chasm.
Think on how
your little boy, just five, about to start life,
Quickly learnt
the bitter lessons of a non-fathered life.
Or how your
beautiful twin girls, though not retards,
Came to ask you
what people meant by calling them bastards!
Do not forget
the pains of labour
Or shame when
trying to curry favour
From a relative
Who did not, of
you, seem receptive.
My brothers, do
not treat the ladies as just jizz deposits
They are worth
more than just receiving your essence.
Do not subject
them to the tears, grief, and shudders
They will
experience when they are given cold shoulders.
And to my young
ladies out there,
Do not go
looking for the wrong kind of care
When to
yourself, you can be a dear
And live your
life without fear.
For what would
you tell a peer
When people
start to jeer?
That you could
not face the pain that sears
Which would be
caused by the D and C tears?
Of course, you
know that ain’t an option
As it would only
lead to self-recrimination.
The results
you’ll have to keep,
Because what you
sow, you definitely reap.
#TheMaestro
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