Water My Dry Womb Poem by Kwenadi Gaaje

For so long i had longed to bore a seed of my own.
Lamenting and yearning for a manly sweet leaf to water my womb and nourish the seed of my pot.
Oh! Lord! How long shall i sob my armour out?

Oh! I am like a valley without water.
My dessert is so dry - like a plant longing for rain,
I am yearning for a palm to call my own.
How long shall i wait to carry a term?

For so long i have been waiting for my tree to bore seeds.
I have long been praying and my heart is put to shame.
How long shall i crack in tears?
How long shall i wait with no rush?

Oh! Lord! I am just maiden whose womb is as dry as a dessert.
But God! How long shall i pray for a drop of water to fill up my empty pot?
How long shall i embark on this dry winter?
How long shall i wait for a spring season so i can witness seeds of my own?