Paula .O.M Otukile
Coming like a thief
In the night, with teeth
Sharpened, tongues wagging
The day came not lagging
Behind 12 July arrived.
No joy derived, from success
If not another milestone,
I had no joy nor access,
To best celebration,
But mere ration,
To keep going!
Some does is year
Some are sick, I wear
My full year with joy
Thankful for breath, coy
And thirst for more
But grateful for life.
I sit and chant, rejoicing,
Happy birthday to dear
Me.
Dr. Paula .O.M Otukile