It is common to hear
Amongst the people here
Such unspeakable words
‘My mother is a witch’
They go ahead to say
Things hard to believe
Accept it or not
I know what I am saying

Instances are drawn
To affirm and to confirm
The mother stands guilty
As accused by wagging tongues

Days before our second baby
My mother saw something
That was in a dream
A baby in bathing water
With its face downward
Thereafter, we had a still born

The third
a surviving premature boy
At seven lost all the womb fluid
Survived without it for seven days
Expert physicians
Dismayed, declared
Never seen such a thing
In clinical history
But missed transmission
To Guinness books
A feat made possible
By prayers alone

Electrolytic transfusion
A successful regular regeneration
Suffered a setback
Seen in retrospect
When a witch mother
Crying out at night
It is said
She begged the council of witches
Not to take the wife of her only son
Three days after, my wife
My beloved passed on

I was warned
Not to give my mother money
Directly
Without praying into it
I did otherwise
My business went down
Besieged by accusers
My mother came running
She said
People called her a witch
So son
Please help me to find out
Am I really a witch?

Talk like this about witches
Is common here
All our failures
Mistakes and shortcomings
Bucks passed to the potency
The spells of witches
What we ignore
The genetic state of affairs
The natural order
In material world
But run to the spirit
We know not
To buy superstition
To fill our homes
With junks