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Letter to my son

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
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