Every woman has a story to tell, yet I rose.
And each one has its own bends and twists, yet I rose.
Hers predated as a child christened by an alien, yet she rose.
She called her, ‘Niger Area’ Nigeria, yet she rose.
Like Jabez, she was pre-loaded with honour and blessedness, yet she rose.
Though my pre-and-post natal experiences weren’t peculiar as a woman, yet I rose.
Morning sickness, excessive urination, vomiting, edema, yet I rose.
Protruding belly, inflated mammary glands, black patches, increase in weight just to mention a few, yet I rose.
Alien midwives colonized...