The Operation Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

She'd monitor her sleeping position,
So she won't lay on back nor stomach;
She'd not drink nor eat her favorite
Just to keep her very tiny one safe;
When home alone and nobody is watching
I'd pray to God and she'd talk to her baby.


Besides morning sickness and neusea,
Sitting there and having breakfast;
She'd feel her tot kicking up her kidneys.
Like an heavy hit by a long truck,
And hard teasing on her two nipples;
Oh i cant bear this, i dont need a kid again.


Stabs in the stomach dont taste as it should
You said to have bought the baby's wears;
To bear the baby in your arms as i would
Your life and body Lying in blinded lights;
The doctor and nurses just want him out here
But his head wasn't coming through.


Aside pains, birth is just a little push
I wish i could take the pain for you;
Mama Chinelo, when you were cut into two
Men who had been kicked once in the balls
Or one hit by a flying golf at the head,
Would write a dirge of your death as i.

Chukwuebuka Adebayo @2023