In the heart of Africa, my mother, she be movin’ and groovin’ with them threads,
Craftin’ a masterpiece of strength and love.
With her gentle touch, like a soft breeze,
She guides her young ones with tender care and grace.
Her intricate artwork, oh, it’s a sight to behold,
A true show of her resilience, don’t ya know?
Weavin’ a safe haven, a cozy nest,
Where nourishment and protection are the best.
So her precious babies can flourish and thrive,
My mother is a spider, you see,
Her webs she spins,
Like a masterpiece of craft,
Capturin’ food and shelter,
For her precious babies.
Just as I said, my mother is a spider, strong and mighty.
A true boss at what she does, a true provider.
In the heart of Africa, my mother, she be yearnin’ to sail through the maze of thoughts,
Guided by the wisdom of the holy book she reads.
In this journey of life, she be breakin’ free like the joyful beats of the African marimba drum.
Misunderstood by society, her success ain’t just luck.
She fought against the negativity, speakin’ her truth to push herself forward.
Unfazed by distant relatives’ indifference,
She soared above the stress and strain.
Omeke Photo: authorMy mother is a spider, you see,
Her webs she spins,
Like a masterpiece of craft,
Capturin’ food and shelter,
For her precious babies.
Just as I said, my mother is a spider, strong and mighty.
–Omeke is a mercurial writer who has received numerous recognitions for his craft, and is a member of the Royal African Society UK and Poetry Society UK.
