Am just a slave in my mothers house, I work like a maid. No difference with a cockroach I hide myself.

She looks at me like have been send from heal. She sold my clothes, have nothing to wear. Am just a nobody in my father’s house.

I don’t share the table with them,neither do I sit on the chair. I can’t bare the pain, leftovers is what I eat.

Cold at night makes me freeze, have nothing to cover my body. My dad has no voice in the house

God,do I really deserve to live? I wish dead could be brought back to life. I wish my mother could be a live. God, let me join mum. Since life is not part of me…….

By Hildah Muhadia

The day I realised it ,

I didn’t know what to do.

I broke down into tears,

Because I knew I couldn’t see you.

I went to club that night

I drunk than ever.

I danced to forget about you,

And it made me feel better.

All the times,I kept you

Protected,

Kept you warm and and from

Unexpected,

I looked at myself,looked at ..

the stars,

I realised,my love,That have. fallen in with you.

My love, you are a gift sent

To me by God

You are the best for me

And that’s the love between a child and a mother.

My love,today is my last day

with you…

Tomorrow you will be with

someone New!

He’s Almighty.

To my unborn child love, I didn’t want to do this.

But I can’t explain why!

To my unborn child. whom I will never get to meet.

I hope when you are get to heaven, you will forgive me.

I am sorry……….

I have stolen an angel away. because of that day.

Live on my love….

I will see you at the door…..