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A Child Is Born

Imagine the burden
Of cuddling a foetus in the womb
For nine full months or so
Never knowing if it's human, a toad or a goat
Imagine the birth travails, the spasms
The blood and the wailing baby
Having the taste of the worldly air.

It is a wakeful cheerful baby
Tasting the air,
Tasting alligator pepper
And tasting water and his manhood
Is shaped by the knife.

A four kilogram weight of mischief
He is nurtured and weaned
A cheer baby turned
Into a fretting young robber
Nine months load of vain nurturing
Reaping from what he met on ground
The pen and the paper, the hoe and the knife
That society offered him.

by Tony Adah

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