Nsikan's poetry: An African child

"Don't touch it. Pray before start eating", Mum says with that funny sticky eye as she beats the spoon off his hand.
He giggled. She closed her eyes "Bright pray! I'm waiting."
Seems she's serious. He bowed his head.
Mute for seconds.
Then muttered the words.
"Dear God,
I thank you for my life and my friends; Anna and Jude. Help me show them the love they deserve.
And for my beautiful mum. She's the best thing in my life. Bless her!"
Her eyes opens, expecting to see a smile drawn on his face.
No! He is in a conversation with God.
She smiles.
He continues " Please bless Aunty Nene. She says she has been talking to you about a husband. Give him one."
Mum inhales deeply.
"Lord, bless this food before us. Let it provide all the energy I need today in school.
And, pleeeaase let that boy always bullying me fall sick today. He shouldn't just show up in class.
And my dad-" He paused, like he needed few seconds to put together the words.
"Lord, let my dad come to my school today. Hug me. Take me shopping and come home to eat Mummy's food today.
But if that's impossible . Don't worry, just make him come to my dreams tonight.
All I ask in Jesus mighty name."
He waits for a response. He gets none.
"Amen!" He opens and started eating.
Mum's frozen. She ponders "What dreams? What's it about his Dad lately? He has never seen him, why expect him today?"

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