In the morning, the heavens opened and it began to rain. Bella grabbed her umbrella to get to school, as she walked out of the hostel the first
The knotty depression in the centre
of the belly
The detachment of the umbilical cord
at birth
A navel in the soul
A tiny mark on the soul.
In the navel of the soul
The midwives of the spirit say
They say they can hear a heart-throb
The experts, of course disagree
The urine test the discovered said negative
Our breasts bear no
Tell-tale tints upon their tits
Yet in their finger upon our navel
The midwives of the spirit say
They feel a foetal throb
God, the things that are done in your name
I mean the things that are undone behind
Indeed even now
Under the heat of their, Quizzical glare
The flimsy feign indulgence of their smile
We are not sure No
We are sure
They said we have gone
all out of our mind
If madness nurtures such lucidity
God, make us mad,
Make us even more mad
For in a belly button we too have felt it
A spirit refusing to be drowned
Before birth in its own waters.
The contention if a women is pregnant. The expectant result if YES or NO POSITIVE or NEGATIVE
And to Africa where the type of contention is to solve Africa's myriad of problems without any solution. The trouble with Africa where the international finance and political institutions have turned Africa into an experimental continent and political playing ground for supremacy.
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