...Omonoba...
Our people say:
Yoruba: Eni tí ó bá máa bímo á yò fólómo.
Eng: Whoever would have children of her own must rejoice with those who already have - Yoruba Proverb.
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My beautiful readers,
I have been busy working towards the new blog. The url and name shouldn't change but I am expanding it and making it into what I hoped it would one day become. 5 months and 81 followers later, I am thrilled and ready to take the next step in my plan book.
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Since the bride price and first night,
Everything has changed
His eyes do not glitter as before
The feel of his skin is like any other
I haven't done something wrong,
Abi?
This silence is like my childlessness
And he never speaks about it
Abi,
One man's love will last forever?
Has my skin fallen
Or has my cooking failed?
I pray for a child, for other reasons
One to love me unconditionally
Abi,
A child will always love their ma?
This anger is eating me up
And my barrenness is my curse
But if my husband comes home early
I will ask him if my breasts have fallen.
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Even the bible tells the barren women to rejoice...because when they do, the anger is released and it gives way to a new birth. I like the proverb and the poem. Hmmm, new site...sounds good.
ReplyDeleteI like the poem too, the agonies of a woman who feels the pain of their unachieved desire.
ReplyDeleteI look forward to the new stuff. All the best dear.
I love the proverb. It speaks much of how we should be joyful whne others are joyful. Sounds like the beatitudes :)
ReplyDeleteI'm excited for the new page! :)
ReplyDeleteCan't wait!
Ah ya ya!
For some weird reason, I couldn't get the image of Rachel, the wife of Jacob out of my head as I read your poem. Reminded me of the time before she conceived Joseph.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem...
ReplyDeleteDEEP .... story of many african homes.... many homes
ReplyDeleteVery deep stuff. Great writing. All the best with new beginnings!
ReplyDeleteI like how you write, full of emotion and then so full of reality if that makes sense. Nice proverb too...very true.
ReplyDeleteReally excited to hear bout the new beginning :-D
ReplyDelete*sigh!*....the longings!
ReplyDelete*sigh!*....the ache!
*sigh!*...the rejection!
only SHE knows how it's feels...no other person...but ONLY she does!...abi?
Is it a new blog entirely?...weldone & congratulations.
Like Nitty Gritty said, the poem does not just reveal the agony of barrenness but also of rejection.
ReplyDeleteBut come, why is it that when women feel they are rejected, the first thing they think about is "...if my breast has fallen?"
U need me not to iterate again that U write well; do u?
- LDP
Thank you so much, my beautiful readers.
ReplyDelete@NG, It's the same blog...just refurbished.
@LDP, Ese oh...a woman would always FIRST wonder what she may have done to cause reject. And since men are visual creatures, that first guess is almost always...
'HAS MY BEAUTY FADED', type thing.