As much as I was told
I was birthed barely 9months old
birthed early,placed in an incubator
for life dearly.
father and mother had issues,
when father took me,to mother and her milk I said ''I miss u's"
White coat men gave their verdict
these doctors gave their diagnosis: you see! red cells,they claimed were sickle
Anaemia made my body agree.
My first blessing was my mind was far from fickle.
Growing up, my eyes did'nt just trickle
but in tears they did swim
water,salt,pain and emotions made tears stream.
broken home,wife-basher ill tempered father, and sickle cell aneamia made events as they made history in my days,
while in my nights i did well to dream
Dreams devoid ;of bone pain crisis,taunts for having a small frame despite my galloping age
So my nights took centre stage
Dreams teeming with joy that struggled to erace the hurt as much as I remember.
As much as I remember I did poorly at school,probably they took me for a fool.
But as I got a better grip on the events of my existence, I rose in performance, due to sheer persistence
like an andean condor flying-bird's biggest- I soared not to the top but near the top
Plenty of thanks to my resilience, I put a stop to life"s use of me as a cleaning mop.
A score and 9christmases since my birth,even now as I scribble these words, no work bekons , no love-life entreats,aye no enabling environment exists
woes of a birth,woes of alife,woes of country impacting all persists,
As much as I remember... but things could be better; I could be a writer.