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EVERY PART THAT DIED

I want to be an Architect with a big ‘A’
My life will be perfect, eeeeh!
I doubled all efforts working towards this
Not for a second did I blink
It showed in my grades
Everyone thought it was grace
We have a new C
I walked into her office sheepishly, unannounced
She went through my grades, I was confident
But you neither have Physics nor Chemistry, it is a dent
My tummy churned out gas as I whispered
No one told me this Maam I whimpered
I pleaded with my eyes saying ‘I can draw’
I have drawn since I was in the womb, No! Since I could crawl
She looked at me with motherly empathy
Though through my eyes it was anarchy
The Counsellor said firmly, daughter you cannot be an Architect
See how a day has been made imperfect
Oh! A part of me has died
I pretended it was alright
You are a very successful artist, they said moments later
Well well well, all I did was to cater
The President wants your work
Yesterday, the world most powerful President bought your work
Oh girl! We want this your luck
Hmmm, a part of me had died in the Counsellor’s room
And no one even knew i was doomed

I want to be a beauty Queen
I spoke the Queen’s English and pronounced it Kwi:n
Practise makes perfect I said, No they said
Practise practise practise, was all I fed
Now I see, the glorious day in my view
Yippee I have been scheduled for an interview
See me oh! Plain face Plain Jane as required
This people want to make me retire
So I sat facing the recruiting lady
She stared at me and called me baby
Beautiful one with a beautiful skin
You would have made a beautiful queen
But you are five feet four
What is she telling me my height foor
What does that mean Maam
I was Alams, sorry I meant alarmed
You are too short she said with regret
Did she just say something about eating short bread
Haba! Not again, i am taller than Halle Berry
She muffled her laughter with ‘those days are buried’
My dear, fake this fake that made pageant more competitive
You can be a photo model and this is not pity
I exhaled the part of me that died again
And to pretend was my only bargain
Aaaah! Successful super photo model and loaded
They all goaded
Friends teased with envy
I kept quiet hoping it would end it
See your car and bag, see your house and baffs
No one could tell that a part of me died because i laughed
Yes! a part died at the recruiter’s office
On the street close to Murphies

My friends are settling down
And I am wearing Chief Bridesmaid’s gown
I must be a Mrs Somebody, Nobody, Anybody soon
Ehen! And a mother too
My first love was nowhere to be found
I got me a Brownie, not so handsome, not so far from the ground
Aaah! He was rich, played golf and also buff
We were in love, oh, this is love sent from above
We got married, everyone merrily gathered
It was time for tiny patters, to make him a father
And someone to call me mama
We tried, cried with fright, yet no baby
I became worried he would find another lady
You cannot bear a child the Gyna said
Your womb is XX whatever dead
And a part of me died again
I pretended that I still had a brain
Moments later, some said ‘you are a good woman’
Far nicer than Mrs Nurlan
You are a good adoptee mother another quipped
They told me how others were being whipped
Aaaah! You are a good wife
We really love this home made apple pie
My inlaws said, our wife, you are so humble
And you never grumble
My Oyibo friend said, you are so lucky in cockney
You have a husband who is not cocky
But why cant they see?
I thought, but I grinned
I wished they could see how a part of me had died in the Gyna’s office

I became sick, one two three four and more doctors said i had cancer
Aaah! Cancer ke? I rejected, I panicked, eeeh! Tufiakwa
I want to be an old woman with old hussie and friends
Tending to my garden in the latest trends
We are sorry there is nothing we can do
Pscheeew, see that Doctor with her ugly hairdo
But you can make peace, yes, peace with everyone
I am not feeling well I warned
Oh just when I thought
Their voices jolted me, pretend to be old
You can do it, you are bold
Doctor! I am done pretending, I wailed
Cancer ravaged the remaining part as I laid
Hai! Not a part this time, but the whole of what is left
Rock of ages cleft...
Keep quiet! Cleft for who? I asked them
I panicked as I slipped into darkness
A darkness darker than Guiness

And there He was, an old man
I almost thought he was Uncle Dan
He smiled and said daughter
I can make you whole faster
If thou art willing
This time, with no billing
Oh purlease you came too late, I rolled my eyes
And I was beginning to feel like ice
I have lost a large irredeemable part of me
Well, it was meant to be
Que sera sera
I shrugged as I prepared to sleep forever
You lost nothing Oludewa
Who told you my name and what do you know
If you had become an Architect
There would have been an accident
A crane would have crushed your bones
On your first day at the Dome
If you had become a beauty queen
And your joy filled to the brim
Your plane would have crashed
And your achievements trashed
If you had married your first love
That boy you treated like god
You would have been a widow by now
And black the colour of your gown
As for a baby from your womb
it is not too late don't feel doomed
It is too late, I have cancer
I am going to heaven to be a dancer
Wait a minute! He knows every part that died
I was shocked, awed, I was... Pscheew, I dont know I lied
He held my hand and I was at peace
Oh this feeling, who is this
Ooluudeewaa, if thou art willing I will heal
Cancer's job is done
You are back to the place you first believed
I never believed joor
But I am willing, heal me Lord
Daughter thou art healed

I woke up! It was a dream, it was Jesus
Oh He always finds a way to ease us
Doctors ran the test again, again and again
And with great trepidation they proclaimed
You are cancer free

(A poem by Alero Aghotse to commemorate the Breast Cancer Awareness Month)