My Saintly Birth

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Blue pyramids
There in, I was born
The humid so rigid
Im prone to the thorn

Hurray! Hurray! It’s male
So is my grandee’s ululation
A cheer from a virgin nightingale
Hmmm…all luck to my nation

Soft moans from my mom
Six kisses on my cheeks
Im all wrapped and warm
In a straw bed, that belonged to the Greeks

My eyes crystal clear
Im innocent to the sheath
To the folks am so dear
So was my saintly birth.

In memory of my dear parents, Mr. Daniel Kawuzi and Miss. Loy Wambi

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