Rain Drops Of Life Poem by Ama Alma Okigbo

I was a dried-up seed, brittle as ever
Blown away from my mother
Weak and feeble I was
Trying to survive as a seed was hard
Days passed
And I faced the brutality of African dust devils
I was swept to the deserted land
I lay there hungry for days
At the verge of dying
It got worse as my bed got harder and harder
Until my savior came
It came drop by drop until my dried-up body was quenched
And my little weary eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Until finally I changed entirely from a seed to a seedling
I sunk my roots into my soft bed and slept
For I knew that life was now on my side