Ohaneze Ndigbo: The Mother That Feeds On Her Children

A heartless and merciless mother you really are. 

You rejoice at the suffering and death of your supposed children. 

The heartless mother  that trades her children for frivolous gains. 

The end generation of a mother 

A supposed barren mother 

The mother that ought to be wombless 

The mother that inherited unmerited children 

A mother that was offered previously adopted children.

Ohaneze Ndigbo, the mother that knows not the pains of child bearing 

The mother that has never been to the labor room before 

Ohaneze Ndigbo, the unspeakable mother 

End time mother 

A mother that rejoices seeing the blood of her children 

A mother that despises good

A mother that gave her children poison in place of water 

Unreliable and dishonest in all your dealings 

What else can I say about you? 

How else can I say it? 

How can you be called a mother 

When infertility is your name

when your wickedness has totally destroyed your womb,

When your abortions are infinite? 

An unfruitful tree

Whose leaves are seasonally green

Whose taproot sprouts to the end the farm

Whose fatness is so glorious 

Whose height is very mighty 

Hindering other plants from growing 

An aged tree

that knows not the sweetness of fruit productions 

Ohaneze Ndigbo potholes that harbour stagnant water

It never wished to be repaired 

Neither does it allow the stagnant water to dry

Extending it's ugly nature to other parts of the road

to divide the entire road

Ohaneze Ndigbo, a gift of misfortune to the people of Biafra 

Ohaneze Ndigbo, the pains and sorrows of all the Igbos

Unfortunate creation amidst humanity 

An evil, barren woman of a mother 

Ohaneze Ndigbo, devil's seed deposit on the soil of Biafra 

The salt on the surface of an injury 

The arrow in the pierced heart

A worthless and tasteless salt

A belly that conceived tumor 

A pregnancy that birthed snake 

A grey headed cock 

A red cap snake 

A forbidden fruit 

Ohaneze Ndigbo

the poisonous water 

The poison that flows from the rock 

The river that swallowed her very own people 

Thanks to Nnamdi Kanu 

the born Prince

Who has come to his people's rescue 

Thanks to the global IPOB family units 

Who heard the voice and followed 

Thanks to our enemies 

For making us remain formidable and resolute 

Thanks to civilization 

That has brought us the media

Nnamdi Kanu shall live to reign

IPOB shall reign forever 

Generations unborn shall talk about us

His spirit lives

Ohaneze Ndigbo, the mother that feeds on her children. 

Written by Paul Emerenini
For Family Writers Press International