Nkemdi.

To the lady with a child on her back;
The burning sun and the things on her mind,

To the lady that has her money in her breasts;
The guilt and the shame on her right palm.


To the woman in labor;
The hopes in the tears she cry.

To the nagging wife;
Her patient husband.

To the single mother;
The endless Joys of motherhood.

To the pastor's wife;
Her teachings she must obey.


To the teenage mother;
Her Heavy heart; Her light purse.

To the awaiting mother;
The decorated nursery.

To They that have and ever owned;
My Joys, I share with those that wait & pray

To the men who cried in farms,
The garden is green; Feed your family.

To they that  look at the moon at night:
And watch the sun dry their clothes by day.

To the blind & Faithful;
To those that doubt the lighting.



To all that push life hard;

The teenager girl with a tattoo,
Her boyfriend with a piercing,


To the love that cloths mother earth,
To the weeping nation with cheerful rulers,


To the homeless that stay under the rain;
To the mosquitoes that comes after the swamp.

To the golden sunset I witness;
And to the tears I am happy I shed.

To all that pleases God,

Nkemdi.






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