Skip to main content

COUNTLESS By Mweni Chola(Zambia)



Let me just say it was love at first sight;
He was--the perfect Prince charming.
If there's anything better than a fairy tale,
then he definitely belonged there.

I was captivated by his physique
His body I instantly fail for

Look,
I was just a  teenage  high school girl
And my best friends had sugar daddies 
Who gave them everything my
father failed to give my mother
When he was around.
So when I saw this, man he was definitely my catch.

I admit,
He was 3 times my age,
Had a wife, and children
His last born was above my age
but I could care less.

I was ready  to give him every bit of my body
Every beat of my heart
So I best believed we were meant to be.

He gave me luxury beyond what my mother earned
Throughout 59 years of her life, 
I opened up for him physically.
I mean,
I gave him personal satisfaction.

The satisfaction I failed to give
my school certificate.
Wait,
I never got to have one
I killed many babies for his sake

He was man enough to lay me
down on his bed in his house; 
So the abortions in our
relationship were countless.

Chill,
I could count less at least he gave me cash
that gave me counting  problems.
But time came when this  one refused to die;
I used every method but NO.

As I speak to you from  down here (hell)
This same one,
As I tried to abort him,
he actually aborted my life and
I tell you, it's not pretty down here.

© Mweni Chola 2018

NB: the poem is not the true depiction of the poetess's life, but merely a piece trying to teach a lesson--a moral lesson.

Photo credit: Google images

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

SOMEBODY CALL HIM EBUBE DIKE By Femi Ajide (Song and Lyrics)

Femi Ajide has been in professional music for about fifteen (15) years now. He started his music career in the junior choir at the age of six. He is a former music director in Living Faith Church, Goshen, Abuja (Winners Chapel National Headquarters) and still minsters in the Choir. Through his Music Ministry many lives are being blessed.
His debut album has Nine(9) tracks of inspirational songs.
Listen, download and enjoy

https://my.notjustok.com/track/294833/femi-ajide-ebube-dike#.W0pGGCTpK9c.whatsapp
http://www.engagegospel.com/2018/07/femi-ajide-officially-releases-popular.html?m=1
https://youtu.be/zZ_SOY7gvMM

SOMEBODY CALL HIM EBUBE DIKE LYRICS
Shout Halle le le le luyah/2x Somebody call him ebubedike Jehovah Jireh ebubedike, Ha a e e Jehovah ebubedike, Somebody call him ebubedike Jehovah Nissi ebubedike, Ha a e e Jehovah ebubedike. somebody call him, ebubedike/2x
In the morning when I wake, I will lift my voice in praise, To the glory of his name, For the things He's done for me ye ye…

ABUSED - ‘SAYING SOCIETY’

ABUSED - ‘SAYING SOCIETY’ So loud So loud she shouted Shouting for help Every other night She is shouting I can hear her now He is hitting her again She's been hit, beat and battered Wounded inside out Lost her glow Lost herself-worth Lost her confidence Lost her smile All for what the society would say
She is grinding She is grieving She is dying Because the society won't listen to her No one wants to hear her own side of the story No one cares how she feels She has been told to stay there and fight for her home She has been admonished to stay and pray some more She has been told everything will be alright But for how long For how long She has been caged by what the society says
This 'saying society'

THE INK

The ink The ink that flows  Flows through the mind to the fingers Penning down the thoughts it brings Penning down the imaginations it creates Penning down the pictures it paints It flows as the fingers stroke the pad It flows as it listens to self It flow when it shuts out clatters Penning things down to be viewed and considered
This ink has the greatest capacity This ink is efficient This ink is powerful It has the power to imagine anything and everything is possible The power to imagine that there are no limitations anywhere The power to imagine that ‘cannot’ is vague The power to imagine that ‘never’ is void

This ink likes to explore This ink likes to paint The capacity of this ink is still beyond comprehension Can go as long as it can be stretched Flows as long as it is in use Dries up the day it is no longer needed
All Rights Reserved © Stella C. Obokoh 2018