She's beautiful And young But she is afraid of love She wouldn't want to cry again Since her dear one ran away
You loved her But she's not who mama wants ; She's yoruba. You can't look at her anymore Ever since you rose her belly up And left to marry Amaka
The girl is sad She is tired of life Not knowing who to confide in Or share her pain with Because you too don't care Just like her only dear
You are busy biting her skin With the stigma you show! She's just a kid And should be in school, we know. But you led her on to this road You told her not what she should have known You thought children of 'adays know But look...Ola is now one month old
She feels bad But you're now a father Why not be glad? No.. You still fear her father And not anymore in love with her You bring her fresh tears But shower Amaka with care And look... Your baby is fatherless Or without a father's care?
You may have broken her, You all... But not her beauty For inside her lies preciousness Like every other girl child And take her as your pride Even though she's not your heir And don't break her heart Even if you stopped to care oh! not to throw her out, If she has ever erred Oh child, Show care.
The girl child, like other children, is precious to the society especially the family they are born into.
Children are gifts. You don't mould them to be what you would want them(selfishly), but unfold and nuture that uniqueness in them.
Paying 'attention' not only to our children, but to those that feel unloved amongst us, goes a long way to saving that precious person that is a gift to the society.
Though broken, YOU are beautiful.
Thank you for reading, and for your understanding.