1. We are barren! To God, day by day we cry. We had to!
Then… we adopted adoption-a helping child we sought, Our endless hope in years past.
Finally! Happiness of the dim past arrived Shinning like the crystalline diamond This, proceeded from our barren womb. No cause to call, no adoption to adopt.
Only if our heart could see More than our eager thoughts Our womb betrayed our thoughtfulness We ever thought, never for once knew, Our thought had a joyful dance, Fulfillment of our dreams we call it…
2. A baby of anguish was born! The baby, a sickler Out of necessities, we call! Tremendously, we seek help! Now have a cause to call adoption to adopt Never realised the cry of our medicine
Tears flowed to flooded streams, Have we really gotten a child? Have we really gained independence? We still need the help of the colonial As that of the adopted child Cripple economy depends on their stick Leadership depends on their microphone
We are barren!!! Still not gotten a child When will the sickler be healed? An independence indeed, An independence!!
NOTE: This article is written by Balogun Anuoluwa Elizabeth (NUNU-SMART), a student of English department, Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. No part of this article should be rewritten online/offline without giving credit to the Author – Balogun Anuoluwapo (Nunu – Smart) – and quoting www.naijalikerz.com as source.