The Diary Speaks

THE DIARY SPEAK: CONSCIENCE 3

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So i overheard her telling Tade of her plans of getting pregnant,
I noded it off cause she was laughing as she said it,
But my pretty owner slid it in unshrouded and allowed it showered the slot,
Maybe Alhaji wasn't aware it rained so much,
But he actually didn't believe the perhaps, "Danjuma" to be named was his design,
And so he resigned, but not with all the smiles and love he resigned with on that night,
Today he resigned with handful hands of slap on Funke, he was wild, of how she wrote it on my face, she almost broke a pen on my nose, she had never seen it's type, not on him.
Thinking that was all o,
She fell for a call o;
Where she narrated how a doctor ran some things under her legs, as she spread them wide like her now smelling mouth.

Then hours later, my pretty owner began to bleed stream of blood,
It filled the floor, like it was an overflow from a pond,
They ran a quick surgery; as she wrote somewhere around my neck.
Funke left home with a womb; a womb gifted with a male seed, but Funke arrived home without a womb: a womb where a gift like a male or female seed could be received.
And wait, and you said men are not scums?
Perhaps i should mention some.
She conceived pools of tears and even sought for my thoughts,
She asked if a rat poison was a fine one or the mosquitoe's,
Me that didn't know if i should really speak, i kept on contemplating till she gulped a handful size of the rat poison,
And now; there she laid, groaning, having a conversation with the picker and her conscience.

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