Her Pregnancy is due

IJE “THE MAVERICK”

The seed planted

Is to sprout

The long thread has a green leaflet attached to it

Soon it will get to fruition

 

Its harvest will be bountiful

Its fruit tasteful

Termites will dread it

Heavens will bless it

It will sway in the ways of the wind

And speak the tongues of lightening

Yet will not fall

Cos it’ll stand to shame the floods

Ije

The journey that started a long time ago

Is coming to life

Her pregnancy is due

Her babies will illuminate

 

Ije

The journal with a mouth of a drunker

She speaks of words from the depths of the sea

Words which was before thoughts at war

 

Listen

Let your hearing be apt to catch her words

Watch

Let your visions be insightful