'Agan jati jati'
'Beautiful Barren wicked witching woman'

Labels driving spears into her heart

A jewel of worth, they called her on her wedding day.

A queen to uphold my house, her husband said upon taking the marriage vows

'Omo dada' a virtuous woman, her mother in law called her.
Now 'korofo'a beautiful empty shell has become her nametag.

Looking to the heavens,
Hands clapsed over each other,

Tears streaming down, forming a thin line across her mascara

She ponders.

Am I?

A worthless empty shell only useful as an object of man's sexual gratification?

A woman doomed to walk this earth without a seed to lift me away from the pit of loneliness?

A woman cursed, never to multiply, never to command anything.

Just wiling away time until I die and even have no one to pour sands on my casket and give me a befitting sendforth.

Kaiii.

*Olorun o*
*You are wicked ooo*

Her heart speaks,

Bleeding from all insults hurled her way

Haemorrhaging from the bouts of deep seated disgust she sees on her husband's face when she wakes up in the morning.

*Panu e de* (Keep Quiet)

The still small voice speaks

Like Biblical Job, The creator asks the woman

WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION GOD

I formed you in your mother's womb.

I called you fruitful even before your parents named you

AGAN (Barren)?!!

A tag I do not even bequeath to the smallest Ant

Talkless of you, my likeness and apple of my eye

*Oya Gbera* (Stand up now)

Decree words of life to thy womb

Give thanks for the child of your womb is coming.

Though the gbegiri soup may tarry on the fireplace,
It's end product shall be much more nutritious and lasting that that quick Indomie that cooks fastest.

Eyin Agan, e ma ronu mo Nitori omo nbo
To all those barren, your time for fruitfulness is on the way.
#Bashorun