Fatima Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Garlic, sweet pepper, tomatoes and kpakposhito!
Like the joy of this pregnancy;
So do hear me when i do speak.

You are now with a baby from your man and,
The protruding of your abdomen says it all;
But do hear me when i do speak.

Fatima my cousin,
Do take care of the coming baby;
For your husband is all that you have.

You are so thrilled in the mirror and full of ecstasy,
But name your child Amina when she turns out to be a girl.