The Pregnant Season Poem by Korsi Senyo

The season is pregnant
And carry in her wombs beautiful
Bouncing babies yet to be born
Men form humanity club to discuses her delivery day

Why, why so soon this season
While I’m still in my dark ages
And have no place for my babies
As if I don’t know when you were pregnant
For, you delivery day shall be celebrative,
So may it be extended

How much space do I have to welcome your babies
How much food is stored in the bands
How much is done and left undone

I wish to stop the sun moving so night shall not fall now
I was not awake when it rained that night
A night that spoke of your coming
But men ware under the eaves to gather some water
They heard of your coming and welcome your babies with alacrity