THE ORIGINAL WOMBMAN
Source: www.africanakua.com| Yaw Kuulboi, Ghana
We who were born
Ought to blow the horn
To appreciate the womb
Before it sleeps in the tomb
She held me when I was very little
With tenderness because my bones were brittle
She ignited in me a burning desire
To appreciate life and always stir up the fire
Mama never had it easy with me alive
Many days I don’t know how we survive
She gave me a gift no man can sell
And a secret joy no man can tell
Sometimes I succeed to make her glad
Many times I fail, it doesn’t make her sad
All these things make her think
But she never allow her hear to sink

This woman is so fine
With a heart so divine
She comforts friends and foes
She embrace the unclad and give them clothes
All creatures under the sun
Must be grateful to THE ORIGINAL WOMBMAN
For all men after Adam were brought forth by the WOMAN
Those that crawl, walk and run
For God to be in the form of human
It’s the relentless effort of a woman
Scientists may have their atomic bond
But the world have the maternity bond
Dedicatedtomymother(MrsMercyAdedzeAsamoah)andallmothersintheworld.