In Waiting Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

Let's alone the world impatient

Bring me the joy of a life time

Without hesitate the responsibilities you'll bring

In soft hands in waiting to hold you.

Come and witness yourself the world.

For our struggle in a way I won't say a word.

I can imagine your eyes are as big as your mom

or small as your father

Oh! ! ! your skin which

I cannot say white or brown like daddy,

in mind your mom's bright skin

The mind is what I can imagine as something brilliant...

Both of them are intelligent

Wait for the possibilities and come around,

So I cannot assume but say with proof...

What about your hair,

Lets not go there, your mom will kill me...

What about your gender,

Oh no anything is possible boy or girl,

we all have to joy and celebrate

Everybody has his or her duties in this world...

We are waiting for you unborn babe...