I am Abiku

I am the abiku Child ,

Who abodes the night with a nightmare of being dead at a young age in her mothers house,

And I die at the dead of the night after a young night,

And the dead comes as a pregnant woman of the house,

The dead comes around like a child whose hope has died as a sacrifice,,

When all hope was gone like a ghost night,

And I Die each time I come as a fratenal circle,

How many years will I trouble my mother as a dead womb,

Who die each time I become a adult,

And I dance to the nigh abiku circle,

This is Abiku house of lost hope,

Stay with me as a mother as my children are deceased each time they become puberty.

Abayomi Habib