All I can Say

Hope is the best thing we can hope for

Sad to say

Even the gamblers lose they sight

Seen the red lights

Proud to say

It took a while to train our minds

To face to the bright light

It’s like

Everything takes the time

To grow Up

It’s the position of the vision

To light up the Dark

In africa, getting married in your thirties is considered late, nearly all mothers with daughters in that circle of age, find themselves fasting consecutively, going to churches, traditional homes, mosque, rolling on the floor, praying for a miracle to come down from heaven.

How do i know this? Because i used to belong in that age circle but, here i am now, watching my mother-in-law, aunt, and uncle preach to me on forgiveness.

Naimah, my daughter, you seen ehn, men are polygamous in nature, you'll have to forgive your husband oh, one more thing, this lady is two months pregnant with a bouncing baby boy on the way, my husband aunt added.

Yes she is, they all mumbled together & its a sin to opt for an abortion his aunt finalized.

[NAIMAH HAD A FLASH BACK TO THE TIME AT THE HOSPITAL]

The doctor interlocked his hands and sighed deeply, i recognize that look, its one of despair and bad news. Have been married to my husband for Two years now and every attempt to get pregnant turned out to be futile so my friend Rachel convinced me to see a doctor she claims is a miracle worker. Have been to different hospitals and, the last hospital i visited heals their patients with herbs so i was fortunate to eat this bitter concoction that got me sick for two weeks, it could have been avoided but i did nothing to stop it from happening unlike this time around, i decided to strike a deal with her promising this will be the last time she will force me to see a doctor. I know whatever she is doing, is at my own best interest but i have literally lost faith in any treatment repairing whatever damage my body is struggling with and, i secretly hope that maybe this time, a miracle will definitely happen.

Doctor, i paused, noticing how his face wasn't hinting me about what the results say. Can you please tell me what the results say i asked politely. Meanwhile i was shrieking at the probability of it been a good news or a bad news but, whatever the case may be, the results is right in front of me.

Mrs Naimah, are you not married?

I scrunched my eyebrows together, what kind of a stupid question is he asking & how does that explain my inability to conceive? I cleared my throat, and respectfully asked, what do you mean Doctor, of cause am a married woman.

He looked unconvinced and disappointed with my answer, why should he, am slowly starting to get angry with this man in front of me. Who is he to judge, couldn't he see the  golden wedding ring on my finger? I re-adjusted myself and folded my hands on his table , his eyes for a second went to my ring and he slightly smacked his palm on his face in guilt i suppose.

Mam, i do not mean to doubt you he said sounding genuinely but, the test results in my hands, shows that you have been overdosed on contraceptives.

What?

Did i hear you right doctor?

Doctor, contrac- what?

How....?

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Won't you say something, my mother in-law asked, nudging my shoulders to speak up, I never knew this day will come, I can't even believe this is the woman i took like my mother.

I looked at my husband and immediately, he looked elsewhere, scratching his hair and wiping his hands on his lap, guilt was written all over his face.

We understand no woman in her right frame of mind will accept or wish this on her daughter but i guarantee you, we had a family meeting, we have all spoken to your husband and he has promised us it won't happen again. So my daughter please forgive him and let's move on.

Besides, you know, she's here to assist you since, you cannot get pregnant, uncle dele, said. I instantly snapped my head to his direction in bewilderment.

The others tried to caution him but he nudged them back saying, what? Are we not here to tell her the truth, see ehn, let's call a spade a spade, please.

I held back the tears threatening to come out, & out of no where, i asked, where is the woman my husband impregnated & the argument between my in-laws stopped.

My mother in-law quickly signaled to Aunt Kemi to bring her in but, uncle dele beat her to it  while we all waited patiently.

Seconds turned into minutes, and like keys jingling in my ear, i suddenly hear an unexpected familiar voice say, good afternoon my in-laws.

Looking up, i see my best friend Lola, staring back at me.

Relief is the highest thing recognize

In order To climb the height

You gotta jump to the bright light

Or

Follow a heck of line

Saw the righteous turn back to sides

And

Follow the roads into the light

Certain people will follow the light

Till found the thing

We called sacrifice

Mountains will crumble

Dry eyes will shed tears

Until it’s dry the night

Don’t give up even though

You can’t hold the line

Seek the interval of the night

You will see the hope-seeking you through life

Poems that Fran has written about everything.

Sweetest candy I tasted in a very long time

Doesn’t matter how long it went through to put it through the mouth

It amazed me how it’s got recognized

By me

People still play the same guitar and the same rhythm at the same time to save time

It’s all so simple

Is it worth it to hear the music at the night?

Cause even I said this thousand times

Anyone doesn’t understand the whole point of life

Just look beyond what a gorgeous night we have wasted for this damn fight

I can say this is a hell of a ride

Unite people will resolve the puzzle by night

Mankind has forgotten the basic rules of life

Behind the reason for the destruction is divide of the mind

Katara is an orphan, a no good Kalturi. Or so she thought......

I know y’all Lost

Pretend to be the best

Ashamed and scared as hell

Running around till death

Sit with your family and friends

Settle down with somebody else

Who ashamed and scared as hell

Written by Banusha Yasminda.

I am so blodI used to be so small

Now I think that l'm old, enough to be say how strong my mother was, when we had nothing but the cold

I have a father who so strong,He always fight from his own, with the world his son's grow on

I grow up with my brother who has brilliant ideas of his own, he can think fast and smart he is so strong, he will never fails he will carry on

Thank you y'all for helping us to go on,And you should know that we coming for all, One day our story will be written in a gold wall.

Written by Banusha Yasminda

If I tell you where I saw courage and Audacity, love, kindnessI’ll show only one person to youin every lifeyou have a personwho got your backwho pushing you forwardteach you thingswe call her mothertrying to get all the things needs usthe home is the motherthe love is the motheras I recognize this life is the mothermother is lifeyou can understand every little thing in life through her

Yeah, Hey

I can see that in everyone else eyes

Everyone tried of searching everything

Says everyone not gets tried

But it does

What can we do

What we for

Where we go

Why you here

Tell me you’re the one who met me

Sunshine gets me up at the same time gets me down

Low and highs in every life

Can’t waste time

If we can’t tell what’s going to happen next

But I can sure you will see

Don’t be scared to do it all

Face it

Solve it

Do it

Win it

In the end, you gotta do what you gotta do

It’s matter who you are

Who you gonna be

What you gonna do

How you gonna do

Please, don’t waste time

Your time have a limit or is it limitless

Play it nicely and wisely

Happy for you (People)

I see my soul burning inside of my mindI just closed my eyeswill it go awaywe all find something in the darknessdidn’t see anything crystal clearnever know the roadI knew it’s coming to the beginningwave to my life one dayI’ll save it for one daylet it go, everyone saysworried about thousand times for nothingplease don’t leave me, don’tall we know that , it’s got intermediate beautifulstill the middle of the street

Don’t saw the light in the morningforgot to wake up insteadI’m having dreams on my comfortable bedreality is the road leading to the streetsmelody in my head but can’t get out fromthis morning got me out of myselfI don’t know when and how or whyI’d go far as I can till I find my destinationgot myself passing by a lot of destinationswhere got to I have to stop