How does the fetus survive?
In the darkness of the womb
Day after day, yearning for light
When will the months end?
What does the world have to offer?
What will my life be? How will I look?
Many questions on his pre-primitive mind
Anticipation eats her up
He is anxious but dare not leave
Lest she assumes the status of a still-born
The one who cannot survive what’s coming
The one who is not ready for the life ahead
She must be born matured
He must be born healthy
She must bring joy
There’s no place for an abortion
Patience is all he has till the ninth month
Gradually, as she reaches perfection
As he is made ready for the next phase
A man in the making
He keeps counting daily
Waiting, hoping, praying
“That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.” Romans 8:19 MSG
IamImisioluwa, and I am that unborn child.
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