I want it to be a boy ,God grant me this very wish
She tried to keep it a secret for as long as she could
Till it became a trophy she has to carry around
Hope you’re eating healthy? hope you use your meds right ?
So much talk from everywhere she starts to feel she’s the child .
Sudden pain here and there
The trophy becomes a burden .
she becomes fat all of a sudden
Stirring at the mirror accepting what she’s turned to .
Talks to her unborn baby as it grows.
PUSH! The only word she hears till the baby is out
Tears of a new born baby
Tears of the long awaited mother
That’s the joy of a Nigerian mother