MY MOTHER IS A WITCH

MY MOTHER IS A WITCH   It is common to hear Amongst our people Such unspeakable words My mother is a witch They would go ahead to say Whether you accept it or not I am telling you what I know   Instances are drawn To affirm and to confirm The mother stands guilty as accused Days before my wife’s second baby My mother saw something in a dream A baby in bathing water with its face down Thereafter, we had a still born   The third, a surviving premature boy At seven lost all the womb fluid And survived without it for seven days Expert physicians, dismayed, declared Never seen such a thing in clinical history But missed transmission to Guinness books A feat made possible by prayers alone   Electrolytic transfusion A successful regular regeneration Suffered a setback seen in retrospect When a witch mother cried at night

It is said, she begged the council of witches

Not to take the wife of her only child Three days after, my beloved passed on   Warned not to give my mother money Directly without praying into it I did otherwise, my business went down Besieged by accusers, my mother came She said, people called her a witch So son, please help me to find out Am I really a witch as they say?   Talk like this about witches is common here All our failures, mistakes and shortcomings Are bucks passed to the spells of witches We ignore the genetic state of affairs The natural order in material world And run to the spirit world we know not To buy superstition to fill our homes