WELCOME TO PREMMIE

Out of a mother’s womb into a place unknown
My time is not due but circumstances landed me on this desolate desert of hardship untold
With no mummy’s warmth to shield me from this cold
My little soul now lingers….I see no hope
I see no hope but to cope through this steep slope between life and death with no rope to hold on to hope…..
Until you come to my rescue
Until you come to my rescue, I am just another stranded little traveler on this strange land
This desert land that threatens to prevent my little soul from becoming that big soul it so wish to be

You see, I was traveling to this land called “NINE MONTHS”.
And “NINE MONTHS” could be likened to a travel to Italy.
So you plan to see the Colosseum, Venice, Michael Angelo’s David, the leaning tower of Pilsa and Davinci’s Last supper…..
So the time came and my dad took me to this sweet bushy airport and placed me in this plane called womb and we took off.
I was enjoying all the pampering throughout the journey until suddenly…
Suddenly the plane landed unexpectedly.
Then this flight attendant called doctor came to me and said…”WELCOME TO PREMMIE…the land of premature babies”
I said “WHAT?”
Then He said “due to technical difficulties, the flight can no longer continue to “NINE MONTHS”, we have to continue by road. But unless we get a strong fully furnished air-conditioned bus called an incubator, you are going to die here. This place is like the Lydian desert. No food and no water”

My little soul now lingers….I see no hope
I see no hope but to cope through this steep slope between life and death with no rope to hold on to hope…..
Until you come to my rescue
Until you come to my rescue I am just another little soul who could die due to lack of an incubator to help me reach my destination… Who would come to my rescue
Who would save my title big soul
Who would spend a dime to provide me with an incubator
Who would help me reach my destination
To be welcomed with those sweet lullaby
And to enjoy the warmth of a mothers love?
Until you come to my rescue,
I am just another little big soul who could die on this land called PREMMIE….

 

 

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NB: Written for LittleBigSouls Ghana, an  NGO for the promotion of healthy premature birth.

http://www.littlebigsouls.com/

TELL THEM…(my tribute to J.E.A MILLS)

If they ever ask you why we grieve this day

If they ever ask you why we clad ourselves in blacks and reds
If they ever ask you why we cry endlessly in unison,…
Tell them

Tell them neither the heavens nor the earth is at peace this day
Tell them

Tell them when the gods, on the eve of July 24th promised us the sight of the morrow,
They failed to devoid it of sorrow…
Tell them
Tell them we woke up that day but the life of a great one, we could no longer borrow….
Tell them
Tell them the big tree that houses the birds in the forest has fallen
Tell them the mighty oak tree in the ever depleting forest of great men has fallen
Tell them
Tell them every feet this day bare testimony to the hotness of the sun
Tell them our differences matters not this day
For we’v lost a great one
Tell them about that day July 24th
The day the sun didn’t, couldn’t shine
The day the wind held still like a steel
The day the clouds wept ‘cos it could no longer contain it burden…
Oh what a day that day was
The day our better half became our bitter half
The day we said to that man of peace…”Rest in peace”
The day that would forever linger in the sands of time
Tell them we testify this day to the common saying that good things last not longer
Tell them the great prof, the man of peace has joined the ancestors
And so this day we grieve, or else hear grief
We see tears, or else our own
Tell them Africa mourns the life of that great leader
Tell them to join us in saying….
Demirifa du3, du3, du3…May His soul rest in eternal peace!!!