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THE LAMENTATIONS OF SPIRIT NIGERIA
by Demilade Eni-O'fe Omoniyi O, the joy of a glorious birth! I was conceived in my mother's womb in the early 1990s Born spirit and body, both soul-tied together The news of my conception was the talk of the century Prophecies of the very many rich treasures I hosted were known all over the globe My eventual birth was that of a royal bloodline I was such a pampered babe at the beginning! October's first light was my first existence apart from my mother's womb A lovely babe full of smiles I learnt I was It appeared my sojourn on the earth was going to be a bed of roses alway That I was born to such an ever friendly world was my presumption But No, I was all wrong! In a short while, the glamour that trailed my birth faded away I soon learnt what pain and betrayal was Terror, anguish and depression became my meat and wine With concoctions of social poison I unwittingly fed my body and soul In search of the loving arms of my mother I again find Perhaps she would comfort and counsel me as true mothers do Alas, I couldn't find her! To her father's house I later learnt she had returned The message she left with my elder brother pierced my heart She had said: "Son, never attempt to find me. Fend for thyself!" Hither and thither I further went, yet no much succour My blood brothers also were facing raging wars, And in tears too bitter they are to help me either "God, why me?" I am getting tired! A free slave was better than a son in bondage, The groans of growth is worse than a woman in travail, I reasoned Take solace in the glory of the future soon to dawn, my soul whispered But just then, my body resolving to break away from the soul tie "I have endured enough with you", he protested Truly, he had suffered so much! The arrows of pain had deformed her badly But not now, it would be worse for me than ever if I let him go "To where thou goest?" I gently queried With a rebellious look on his fainting face he answered me: "I am sick. I need herbs to heal myself", he retorted "And don't think I'm coming back if I ever get healed", he quickly added Again I broke into uncontrollable tears I can well imagine his tale of misery He deserved to be happy and free, but that isn't in sight "But leaving me now isn't the way out" I struggled to tell him He would not listen anymore. His mind was made up already! What shall I do now? The struggle through childhood will soon be over But I need him to stand by me and finish the battle together I don't have the willpower to fight all alone. What can I do without him? How I wish I had the remedy to his agony! Who shall appeal to him on my behalf? Who shall plead my cause? Who shall beg him to stay a little while more with me? 53 years ago we were born together, and now we are 14 years old Few years from now, we should transit into adulthood together Then we shall be happy and free forever together The victory is around the corner if only he stays. I strongly perceive it Who shall stay and stoop with me to win this final warfare? Demilade Omoniyi is a child of God dedicated to evangelism by writing. He is a medical doctor committed to missions and outreaches. He shares some of his thoughts also on First Love Media. demiladeomoniyi.wordpress.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |