Beloved MwendeA Poem by petahThis poem is about what befalls female children. It shows how to much mother-love finally poisons and destroys the dignity of their daughters.BELOVED MWENDE As beautiful as the sunrise Mwende was With an enchanting figure which Was wrapped with other features, Miraculous features which performed miracles Of sending masculine minds to another world. Her rich-brown complexion was like highly scented roses To men who would transform to bees on seeing her, And began visualizing how to harvest her honey. Most of them were influentially moneyed. Her heart, however did not go for them, Did not go for any other man even. Her blood was, however, a sister to that of Eve. Severally did she find herself having divorced from her Father’s command Of not eating and sharing the forbidden fruit with Adam. Now, she walks with her heavy stomach protruded As though it has become the real body Her once rich Mount Kenya compartments have shrank to the size of ugali Capable of feeding only a family of two, if not one Or even a half. Her mother had great hopes for her only investment. Any form of ‘dirt’ should not catch up with her. So, the doctor executed his duty to the fullest As Mwende lay uncomfortably on the bed. The innocent mutilated creature emerged Mwende saw it and nearly died. A sight she would never forget its existence Or rather a creature which would keep on haunting her dreams. Her mother was jubilantly elated When her daughter’s heart was bought with a lot of goats and money By some financially worthy man One, two, three, five, seven---------- Many years passed and Mwende was yet To be called mama somebody. Her man chased her away After realizing her genuine productivity state For her body baby sleeping mat was the problem. It could not accommodate a breathing creature.
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StatsAuthorpetahNairobi, Kariobangi North, KenyaAboutI am a young man who is a Journalism student at Mount Kenya University, Nairobi Kenya. Novels,Short stories, poetry, newspapers and anything to with literature; that' what I read. Sometimes I do write.. more..Writing
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