Talented!

I pledge my loyalty to my Passion.

That’s what she relented

A day away spent in the caves

She sat with a pen as if to write on the waves.

Four walls of a classroom couldn't contain her wild imaginations;

A country far so beautiful, full of people embracing with no distortions.

But Momma called and drove her back to the family pledge,

“A doctor you must be, there way too many sick children in Africa!”

Save thy people, child!

Became the new pledge to anthem

A dream they never saw, it was their unfulfilled dream, it was their dream to save them.

What about the burning passion inside of her?

Was it to be forgotten, divorced, deprived of its God given right to live?

Was it to wait eight years?

Oh just bait a minute-Wait yet another four years ?

Just because the system dictated so, then it had to leave

Probably return later when everyone had chance to believe

She sat there dreamy

With a wonder feel so creamy

If only someone would believe this blooming lily,

The talent in her wouldn’t have to fade off really,

But neither the system, its makers, nor Momma believed in it keenly.

So she vowed to let it lie low sleepy.

Maybe when she finally got her identity freely

She would defy the odds and put her talent into show without feeling guilty.

Without giving a Sh*t so silly

Because when the gift inside of her turns from a silent worm in a cocoon dreamy

Not even the hen that pecks the butterfly will keep her down so easily

She will fly so high and your teary eyes will stare against the sun with a shy

But No!

Momma still want her a doctor!

Poppa just paid another premium to keep the order

A doctor she must be even if to fake it, to keep the family name.

Maybe she should just take the four medical years to please and fame

Maybe when she flies to Australia,

She will flee from this malaria,

Wave goodbye to this familiar

And never return to this people-pleasing fanatica

So she stands on a rock so dark

With the hands spread apart

Screaming at the top of her whack!

I shall not give my baby to you

It’s my passion!

I will keep my talent in fashion

And not give your whims to action

Watch me-

Action my passion and spread!

Written by Magdalene Kamau-Otieno

Author of "Millions of Robots"

@finewealthdotme