My first kick to let me out.
A sign it was; that I was ready to be a man.
I kicked again till I got the water broke.
Shouts and screams, I heard again and again,
As I tried so hard to take in my first air.
The first it was, so I cried.
But with milk I became meek.
Brubudu! Brubudu!
My late grandmother, Iye no'khua!
Rang the bell to announce my arrival.
The gods heard and came among men
So many were well fed for my sake,
And so did they give their visions to the seeker.
With milk never an inch away
I slept off listening to my mother, my first poet.
And so did the stories of the future come with the responsibility to always fight.
But when will I win: in tears I continued my cry.
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