Struggles of motherhood,
Agonizing, however fulfilling.
I toiled day and night,
So I may reap what I sow.
Bodies grinding with sweats,
With no pleasure on sight.
Despair had been my abode,
With no child to call my own.
Then you happened,
The joy that cometh by morning.
Only that I was jinxed,
For I bore an Abiku!
With a razor, you were scarred
Never to return to my dwelling.
Alas! You came again,
Each time worse than the last.
Cowries and beads I have,
Take them away but stay.
For an offspring is all I seek,
I beseech you, MÁLOMÓ.
