For so long she has cried;
Sorrowful sorrows all she had.
All her wishes was a child;
For barrenness then her proud.
Now it came to pass:
Joyfully happy on childbed,
When we hear a baby cry.
To the world, it brings joy;
To its mom, it brings proud.
Happy with her new toy;
With care, she handles;
And eternal harmony, rekindles.
Sharing the tears of joy;
With weeping joy restore.
Loudly, dwellers sang.
Singing the song of joy;
Thematically arrange verse:
"Bobo Napo, Bo;
Bobo Napo, Bo".
So sad to come to the realization that you are barren till eternity. In Africa, it gets worse than anywhere else in the world. Imagine Mother in laws terming you as a witch. Ruining of insults and a whole lot of disappointments.
