Ba’ami is here
Ma’ami is away
Children are somewhere
I hear you say “Dysfunctional”!
He was drunk again
She has gone to work
She returned to be his punching bag
Did I hear you say Useless man?
That was how I grew up
I visited Becky’s family
Her dad and mom in love
Everything close to perfection
“Different folks, different strokes” you say
I accepted my fate
The last I heard of Ma’ami’s faint voice
“Omo mi o, Omo mi o” after each blow
As she breath her last!
I hear you curse!
I had to work, Yes! I hustled
I decided to take destiny in my hand
I decided the type of life I wanted
Surely neither Ma’ami’s nor Ba’ami’s
I see you smile and say good child
I taught myself
At least I knew the dysfunctional
And functional is the opposite
That was enough info
“Ka’are omo dada” you say
I am here today
Gone through years of hardship
I made it through
The best at what I do,
A family physician with a loving husband
And I say
Dysfunctional ain’t so bad after all
It moulded me
I see you look in wonder and say “You’re one of a kind”!