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She was with child

Oppressed massively

By the race,

She climbed her pain

With an ugly smile’s,

She wouldn’t give up

For she was with a new life

Breathing inside of her.


She shook hands with sufferings

Yet didn’t drop her struggle.

When will she deliver?

She wasn’t due to give birth

But the labor had over stayed.

She was afraid on whom to nurse

Her child if she couldn’t survive birth,

So she fled to be with the animals,

They became her trusted friends.


When the moon shone,

It was her day.

When the sun rouse,

It was her night.

After birth she became strong

To nurse her child.

She fought for shelter,

She sought for food

Then she regained strength

To return to her land.

She stood for her child in worst

What more can a baby do,

But to watch.

She wore her child a jacket

Of bravery.

It was in this her child grew up

To be the Africa she dreamed of.


Maureen Kenneth

It’s always being me, I and Maureen. Am only a human who wants to create something new with either my words or ideas. I believe in mindset, I believe in recreation, I believe in culture, I believe in norms, I believe in the world, but above all, I believe in myself.

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