Ushered we were into the room
Years of training given to us by our silent feeders
Outrun your counterparts was all they said
My mind made up to be the best
I had trained for this and here am I
Face to face with destiny to prove myself
Yes and prove myself I did
We were propelled by an invisible force
When passion surged through the body of our maker
Through a red tunnel we passed in glee
Others falling by the way side
But alas we were trapped in a leathery cage
Lives being choked out of our being slowly
Hope to live vanishing before our eyes
But my hope did not diminish for once
My strength did not slack a bit
I struggled hard against the leathery net
Until I succeeded in passing through a little hole into my destination
Yes…. I was rewarded by my gallantness
Adieu my friends… I swim into life….
I will tell mama about you when she receives me….

The journey was tumultuous but I persevered
Going through the rehearsed tunnel to my destiny
My strength refreshed by my desire to live
My vision of a life in a cave of my own
Nourished abundantly by my mother’s blood
Yes… By every love she has within her
Her heartbeat will be my violin
The heaving of her chest in breath my cushion
Her laughter shall be my happy feet
Her tears a reminder that I barely survived
Oh... The Joy I have and the love building deep within me
I surely will love her smile when I see her
I will sleep cuddled with love in her bossom
When though I cry, she shall sing a lullaby for me
Her smiling face I will always see when I awake from sleep
Revived I swam on to the chambers where my destiny laid
Surrounded by a soothing wall of protection
Home sweet home…. I grow in you at last mum…..

My expectation was realized
For love and shower was poured on me
I lacked nothing… I had company
What a great place to be
Surrounded with the best I could ever wish for
Can you hear me mum… I grow in you
I will tell you how it is here when we meet
I will tell you about my friends trapped that net
I will tell you about the journey
The obstacles I encountered and overcame
Surely mum, you have in you a brave child
I will protect you when I come out
Never to poop on you except when necessary
I love you mum…. I will love you more when I see you

Four months is gone and I can see my fingers
I could breath in fluid from you
I can feel it when you touch me
Even when you lie down in sleep… your heart beat assures me
Surely you are the best mom ever….
I did noticed something… I am always bathed
Hot water scalding me each moment
Drugs I can’t digest fed to me frequently mom
Let me tell you a secret mum
I am special, immune to harmful drugs

Why lie down so soon mum
I am not ready to face you
My bones are still too feeble to defend you
Why is the tunnel opening mum
The way is not yet prepared for my passage
Why do I see a shiny object coming in mum
Why do you bleed from its touch on you
Help mum!!! My leg has been injured….
Help mum!!! I am wounded in my stomach
My connection to you severed
I can feel my fingers anymore
I am weak and my breath is short-coming
Mum!!! I see a hand coming in….
Pulling my soft flesh apart….
I am separated from you mum forever!!!
But I know you were asleep
You were not aware I am being killed
Taken away from you and dismembered
Wrapped to together in a thicker leathery net
Disposed in a dark pit surrounded by terrible smells
Guess what mum!!! I am gone to the bright right
To rest forever with my creator….
But cherish you I will always…

I forgive you mum for now I know
I was never wanted in the first place
I wish you had kept me!!!
Adieu Mum!!! We will see next time
And I hope to be born again…!!!

d evil called abortion! Nice work

This makes me remember a verse in Quran when children being wickedly terminated shall face their parents on d day of judgement and ask of what sin they had committed that made them terminate their lives.And on that day d judgement lies in d hand of Almighty Lord who shall reward everyone of us of whatever good or evil we might have done no matter smaller they might be even as equal as atom.Is enyone better in judgement than Allah.@D Poet good job

Its a huge sense of worry that there is an apathy for reading in Nigeria, the internet has made the reading habit of Nigerians worse, that's if it ever degenerated to worse from bad..

Awesome write up there... keep it up.

Nice one