Sat 28 Jan, 2017 16:17:50 EAT
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#education #marriage #parenthood
(Plot by Lucy Oduor)
I still cry over my lost child,
She is not dead, at least not yet,
I invested in instilling knowledge in her head,
but all she did was nurture ignorance
and hide it with shiny bits of know-how,
now she calls herself an independent learned,
She is still in school, at least she still believes so.
My daughter is a married student,
a title she and her mother so uphold,
She is soon becoming a mother too,
and her well being overwhelms me.
I love my daughter, and I wanted a proper handing over,
a smooth transition to a man I could trust to care,
yet she rushed into it, deemed herself ready,
and since then her polite demands for funds hit the roof,
I wonder what kind of man she married,
Did I say her mother upholds it? Nay,
she worships it,
she asks me to let go of my insecurities and let her be,
Let her be?
My daughter is like a deep sea fish lured to surface by lights at night,
Hauled up with giant nets and convinced she was saved from drowning.
She tasted the sweetness of a lollipop and swallowed the stick too,
now she still smiles at the lingering sweetness,
not knowing the impending pain in her little belly,
I want my daughter back,
at least till she puts on that gown and makes me proud,
I don't want to help when it is too late and someone's hurt,
I want to be a father who wants the best for his daughter,
yet my daughter sees the best as a hindrance to a lifelong smile.
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