One day you will arrive at heavens door and enter a room filled with love.
A child with a face you cannot recognize will call you mother.
And images of that back room Dr will project on the walls of your mind.
You remember that day.
That day you were laying on your back, legs wide open as scalpels were used to heave out your womanhood.
This, this isn’t how it was the last time you were laying down in the comfort of your own room.
In that moment there was passion.
Bodies moving in unison.
As you were lead to a distant land where only you and him existed.
But then, there was three of you.
You, him and the thing growing in your belly.
You will stare at the child. As you see the endless possibilities they could have presented.
You will realize, that you had housed a sacred being.
Within you there was life.
Which you forcefully evicted from its sanctuary.
You remember that day, and the blood filled bed of that dark dingy room.
The indescribable pain.
A far cry from the angelic face that stands before you.
You wish more than ever that things could be different.
That you had listened to the elders who always cautioned us about where we lay our bodies.
“Young lady, get off your back. This is no place for a woman like you.
These are not the laurels that grandma, mme, ausi or mosadi have taught you to rest on”
So rethink THIS day young lady.
Don’t ever forget that within your womb lies hope.
Choose wisely the bed you make.
And do not create a soul that will live motherlessly.
Anticipating the day you will arrive at heavens door.