Mother Said I was born wicked-page 1: So much anguish and labour she said
my firstborn son almost left me dead,
oh what excruciating pains and sorrow
but I pushed you out like no tomorrow.
Yes, it was at dawn that I was born
delivered by the district nurse that morn,
as my mother laid on her back in the shack
screaming out from contraction attack.
Father, like typical men of old
were never present at births i'm told,
“ME JUST WANT TO HEAR DE BABY CRYING,
DEN ME KNOW DAT EVERYTING IS FINE”
while mum was inside at the point of breaking
dad just stood outside the shack waiting.
Wednesday the 26th of august 1953
mother said I was born wicked-page 5: Luther was a true musician
because I know it was he,
that gave me good Inspiration
to become the person I turned out to be.
I remember one evening before sunset
when he came in through the door,
tired and weary from working
bare-footed he sat on the floor,
he held a small piece of bamboo
and a knife in his other hand,
I wondered what he was going to do
but I couldn’t understand,
he began to carve the bamboo
and made himself a flute,
then placed it between his thick dry lips
and gave it a little toot,
the sound was sweet and ethereal
wonderful music to my ears,
for a split s...
Created by: Eniz T
WE CALL THEM MOTHER (a famine seed)
I want to tell you about a story I heard
Wisdom spoke to me yesterday, and told me of a, sparkle she created
Designed…… out of her own essence
It was soft and beautiful, gentle and graceful
She wrapped it in soft white feathers
And call it a dove…………….
She cherished this dove; nurtured her……..
Wisdom gave her, the secrets of contentment
She cultured her, with the knowledge of flight……..
So the dove could soar…..
Above the pressures... The thoughts………