alade abuga


Fatima - Poem by alade abuga

There are mothers,
there are mummys,
there are mama,

Of the three,
i never know your class
not until the day you take a bullet for my sake.

fatima,
you are the best mother in this world,
i never appreciate you while you are living,
but the vacum of your demise is so vast that it can never be fill.

Fatima,
the mother of mothers,
you are an inestimable jewel,
a paragon of beauty,
an angel in disguise.

my mother,
seeing you now in my dream is so touching,
how i wish i can revive you,
how i wish i can change the hand of clock,
how i wish i did not join the black axe confraternity
that brought about your death in cold blood.

Mama,
even in death you are the best mother.
i love you my mother,
Fatimo.


Comments about Fatima by alade abuga

  • Rookie Joseph Daly (11/23/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    Alade, what a fantastic opening stanza! That tying of language into social divisions is a great technique.

    The poem falls into a banal narrative and is powerful enough as a result.

    ‘my mother,
    seeing you now in my dream is so touching,
    how i wish i can revive you,
    how i wish i can change the hand of clock,
    how i wish i did not join the black axe confraternity
    that brought about your death in cold blood‘

    is a very emotional powerful piece of writing. But its strength is drawn from the poem overall.

    fantastic poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 22, 2008



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