That ordinary day,
Busy as everyday;
Sunny, as the sun scorch tender skins,
Horning vehicles and pitching voices.
Maame ama lived,
She survived,
With a protruding tummy.
Nine months past,
But she sees no labor.
She anticipates,
Society speculates,
Why the delay?
The eleventh month came by,
Yet no kick in the chamber.
She broods in worry.
Hardly did she know,
On this very day,
A bouncy baby boy,
Was been incubated with wisdom.
Despite hardship,
Came joy.
Some were born with silver spoons,
But he had a golden pen,
In the land of the philosophes.
Writes to influence,
Speaks to change lives.
Living to make a difference
And join the legends-
MICHELANGELO, LEONARDO DA VINCI, ARISTOTLE
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA KOMLA
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