The secrets interlocked in the shrouds of mystery
were interlaced in your womb, where I gestationed
only for six-and-a-half months, yet was wholesome;
even though I lost my twin sister, and the doctors wrote
me off at birth. O Mother, I knew the nurture of your
mammalary even if I was too frail and unformed to suckle.
Dad would take a pointed cotton ball to feed me as I
made a shoebox my cradle, so little was I!
Dad was an interminable warrior, even though sickness
waylaid him before he actually aged. Mum, you know,
I am not intimidated by the guerillaing in the streets.
I am not estranged from my purpose, because of my enemies’
stealth and connivance. You can see I have displayed all
the omens of your invisible but gallant nurture! You know
Mum, I am amazed with your incredible loyalty to me, despite
all the matricide I had to undertake because you were
frustratingly being hijacked by the likes of the evil Anthony
Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul! Their evil that wrought my
infernal vestments of incarceration, because I was bold to speak
out and none had the courage to respect or validate me for it!
I am infrequently `Rescissio contractus’; in fact, I am always
`Ab initio abrogationem’ to my enemies, in fulfilment and
adherence to your Virago spirit, Mother; even if all my entitlements
were waylaid and nullified by the treachery that threatens to outlast us!
I am not sacrificing anything I love even with the stranglehold on
my life and the ones I love by the despicable evil. Mother, I am sworn to
your magnitudinal gracious strength of composure in all adversity!
My siblings have a failure in conformity with conscience, but not me!!!!
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