Love-Child’s Fate
Imbued with humility, perseverance, dignity,
Weaned away from a hopeless beginning
By a surrogate mother whose affection
Smothered the girl no end; at the news
Of her self-immolation, irked wasn’t a few
Who, without doubt, for her had high hopes.
Brought up in poverty and deprivation, things,
All sorts, lacked as she grew up but although
A poor aunt to her niece, the widow’s mite
She had, gave; In contrast to her younger
Sister, the girl’s mother, who, thanks to
An expatriate-lover, in splendour basked.
How could such a bright, innocent lass,
Due to no fault of hers, albeit, to a life
Of vile servitude abroad be destined?
What hardship had she not endured?
How could Efe’s husband, knowing how
It will devastate his wife, be that callous?
Rather than sail across a well-known sea
From an archipelago just to get violated,
She chose to drown, chastity protecting,
Shame will never haunt her family hoping;
But pray, might have her fate, kick-started
On a bleak note, a promising future betrayed?
Lagos, November 30, 2013
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