Ugom, the first son of my homestead My pride and joy The one from which my grand children will evolve Pure are your ways, soothing to my wish You bruised my womb even when I knew you not Wincing at my voice you kicked harder My lover unknown When I saw you, I smiled For I knew you all along For you, I gave away my soul I lost my body but I felt whole At the sound of your cry Beaming with smiles, I called you blessed The walls watched while I nursed you Into the iroko tree in your father's house I groaned and grieved for years Until your wings carried the feathers of education And your eyes knew wisdom No man born of a woman will say to me at the square "You are a bad mother!" May the gods bruise their lips! They will tarry at the market place with no sales! For they have touched the tail of a lioness CATALEABONEZ
Be the charm in your world