I’m reblogging this piece in order to remind us to appreciate the lives we lead, and here’s a simple haiku to go with it:
Not a beggar girl|
Not a woman of the streets|
Blessed beyond measure.…Cheers!
Different lives, different locations;
But sharing that same condition… A beggar girl’s destiny.
Born into penury, her pockets she fills with her plea
“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”
As a child her innocence is her might,
Her youthful smile and laughter her charm,
With pure resilience she disarms her passerby,
Attaching herself to her prospective financier
this small frame with teary eyes lets out her angelic cry
“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
Mommy gimme wata!”
She grows older; begging her career
but the older she gets, the less her financiers
Her innocence is lost with age, a woman is on the rise,
Not many pity a wondering girl in her teens as she gives off her daily cry
“Oga gimme change na!
Madam help ya daughta!
Daddy I beg hep me!
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Festival King 
Thank you for reblogging and adding the haiku. As I reread it, I cried again. You have that gift of moving us in your poetry. God bless you hugely!
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Thank you Debbie! I am glad it spoke to you all over again… it does that every time I read it 🙂
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Sweet perspective.
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Thanks 🙂
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