Mother's Curse Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

For nine difficult and uncertain months
She bore the pains with hope and camouflaged smiles.

His nascent arrival was a broom of joy
That swept the discomforting fears and pains into lethe.

He was hoped to be the hope but not

He became a greater pain
Uncertainty and hopelessness
That she was hit target like a plague.

Frustrated she raised her breast
Two, bare in two hands, heavenwards
Face-to-face with the ball of fire
And regretfully cursed the day he suckled them.

Ignorantly he cared not
But the deed was done
He was doomed but knew not.

Witnesses years after
testified the potency of
The mother's curse
By the bizarre act of his.

(Monday 22nd November,1999,8.04 pm)