What makes a woman whose back’s breaking from the shudders of contractions say:
either I live to see you, Bubba, or we both die.

What makes a woman pull apart her baby’s grip and wedge her between two strangers,
beseeching God to watch over her, for her to reach the shore alive.

It’s the glimpse of hope that flickers as a distant light. A blip on the horizon
as they brave treacherous waves at night.

© LaYinka Sanni, February 2016.

 

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