At age nine, she left
There I was, alone, abandoned, hurt
With no one to pick me and clean the dirt from the sole of my feet to the crown of my head
The christians advised to ask yet I found no answers
Somehow doors slammed in my face but they were never opened
”You wouldn’t understand”, Dad said, and told terrible things about whom he once saw naked
Behind those words, my young brain was too smart to know there were messages unread
Reunited after six years through very unconventional means
I wouldn’t go into it, nothing ear-pleasing
All that mattered to me was me and her
The world could go fuck itself, I found my mama bear
Sweet reuniting, bitter living
Didn’t understand reasons for the verbal abuses
Fell back into thinking and confusion
”This woman, no longer my mother”, sadly, my conclusion
Sought for dad out of frustration
”You were right all along”, my stupid heart thought gladly
Classic mental manipulation, unknowingly hauling into a trap in disguise
Nigerians called it wahala, Ghanaians called it problem,
I called it stuck in the middle of the two ends of a burning tunnel
Eventually broke away into independence
Life would be hard for the start
Ready and determined,
“Very Soon” became my mantra
Death almost made the tag, my body well fit for a body bag
”Call her, she’s your mother”
”But she left me as a child and I didn’t feel very loved when we reunited”
”Your mother loves you, don’t shut her out, she can help”
”If this is how love is expressed, I’m not very excited”
But her sister never gave up
Courage doesn’t describe the first attempt, anxiety took over
Her first “hello” froze every part of my body, only my heart would beat Eminem in a rap battle
I still remember when I quickly hanged up
Awkwardness released it’s grip after the third
Wasn’t as smooth as Nascar or butter
But the smile plastered on my face after each call thereafter was that of a lover
We weren’t fully connected, but it was a start
And finding it’s way was the sweet banter of a young adult and mother
Late 2024, early 2025 reconnection with mother began
Wasn’t as awkward yet weird and not as imaginably fun
I was already off age
More matured and ready to again seek answers
She led me to them, to vindicate herself
Wow, this woman really went through shit
Those silent battles were what later erupted as fury
I didn’t understand then, I appreciate her now
Out of the blue, the woman who once had no place in my heart is now my best friend, my lover, my all
Didn’t really feel loved as a infant, yet though an adult, I feel as a child.
She was just my Birth-Giver,
Now, my Best Friend Forever.
Currently helping me fight my battles,
And having a new mantra- HAKUNA MATATA
Casper
The friendly ghost
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Nice work ✅
This poem was written for me because I feel soo connected, I feel like the writer in there because just like him, that’s my life, never had my real mom since birth. Great masterpiece. I love it.
Wow nice piece✊🏾
Felt I was i really part of the whole piece….
Why u dey talk about our childhood, bro stories plenty u can’t say it all