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Uwaechina,A. Ifeoma
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Uwaechina,A. Ifeoma!

 

PRAYER OF A BARREN WOMAN

 

The God that gives fruit of the womb

Sarah beckoned on you for an issue

You hearkened from third heaven

Isaac was the reward.

Hearken unto my cry

Give me just one, only one.

 

The God that gives fruit of the womb

Hannah anchored her hope on you

Didn’t You glorify her?

I am trusting in you alone

Heed to my supplications

Give me just one, only one.

 

The God that gives fruit of the womb

Rebecca cried unto you for a child

And you blessed her with two nations

It is my turn to receive blessings

Surprise me now, that earth may rejoice,

Give me just one, only one.

 

 

 

LAND DISPUTE

 

The creator of land

Gave it man to dwell in peace

Urged man to posses all therein

Man ignored the great benefit

And keeps struggling for ownership

 

The creator of land

Gave it man to walk and work on

Man was to protect it from all dangers.

But he ignored this great task

And keeps struggling for ownership

 

The creator of land

Gave it man to till and plant

He promised man bountiful tubers

Man ignored this promise

And keeps struggling for ownership

 

The creator of land

Will one day take back his property

Man will be taken out of the land

To be buried into the land

There, he would join his ancestors

Who too went without their lands

Then all his struggles would be vanity.

 

 

 


ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL

 

One the way to school

Some are coming

Some are going

With different missions in mind.

 

On the way to school

Some go to learn

Some go to play

But indelible shame go to impostors.

 

On the way to school

Some are there for a purpose

Some are there because others are there

But individual differences should be noted

 

On the way to school

The good and the bad in exodus

All must go to school

But the end will separate the chaff from grain

 

On the way to school

Some are tattered

Some are neat

But cleanliness is not a parameter

 

On the way to school

Some are morally sound

Some are morally bankrupt

But parental guidance leaves a deep scare.

 

 

TO THE YOUTHS

 

The future generation

Content with what you have

Do not hover like vultures

Seeking for mundane goodies

 

Look always ahead on time

Those who have no plans, have no future

Those who cling to the past miss the present

Think of connubialism

Before you think of copulation

 

Those who defile themselves lose their value

If you eat your cake, you can’t have it

God watches down on you

A day shall walk in, just one day

A day for recompense

Then there will be no room for repentance

 

Hear! Listen now!

Turn a new leaf, for the sake of you

And for the sake of future

The future is real, beware!

 

 

GODSTIME

 

I overheard a barren woman

Alone in her bed chamber

Talking by herself

Desperate to know why she was alone

 

I peeped in to see

Lo! A baby wrapped in white drapes

Stirred in her arms

The woman cuddled it with joy as she talked

In babish linqua

 

I wondered what she was saying

Maybe the baby knew

What with the rapt audience it maintained

My head came out from hiding

And it greeted the woman

 

She turned and smiled at me

I said to her: “our Lord is good”

“His mercy endurereth for forever” she replied

I said again: “your baby is beautiful”

“His name is Godstime”, she replied.

 

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