SLUMBER

I remembered two prostitutes
Before King Solomon they stood
Their issued they poured
Waiting for the king's word
One slept and slept and slept
The sleep must be sweet
To sweet she laid on her infant
Till he kicked the bucket
The other slept as well
Now, unaware of the exchange
Oh my God! Wake her up!
The first prostitute is exchanging the babies!
Leave the rest of the story
I Don't  have anything to do with a baby you think
Yours may not be a baby
Your baby can be your glory
Yours can be your spiritual life
It can be your destiny
Many have over overslept
Causing the death of their babies
Unaware of the exchange
Wake from your slumber.
Written by  Mayowa Oyetunde
Photo edited by Sodunke Moyosoreoluwa Samuel.

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