In this part of the country where I reside, banana peels are known to be an omen for stumbling people or causing their downfall, the poem below further analyzes the fact.
She groaned, wept and mourned
With her luggages on her head
She wondered if to go left or right
The heavy downpour showed no mercy
Yes the bump is now visible
It could be spotted clearly from a distance
"Family has rejected me" she lamented
Too late to make amends
This one failed
Yes, it has failed
A stubborn creature inside her
Too stubborn to be flushed just like the others
Nothing could be done
Life shattered
Dreams terminated
Who will she turn to?
Rhetorical question indeed
Her counterparts denied her
He denied it and even swore on his father's grave
To end her and the foetus
If she dared show up again
A journey to motherhood
Single motherhood to be specific
How will we survive
Hope the world doesn't turn against me, she prayed
A journey to motherhood
At sixteen
I've stepped on the peel
A banana peel, and I've slipped to a great fall
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