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BARE-FEET TO HIGH HEELS

With speed like that of a thunder clap
The din of soft little bare-feet
Veered into sounds of sharp high heels
hmmm, she's growing into a woman

With tempo likened to that of a lightening bolt
She's now grown from pampers
Into puberty, now with sanitary pads
Yeah! she's welcome to the world of womanhood

With speed like that of light
She's dispatched from the train of childhood
Now struggling with self-discovery in adulthood
Indeed these are grand steps into womanhood

From a wild, mischievous and shabby look
Into a face adorned with cosmetics and youthful radiance
The outside beauty is sure but the inside

Why am i who i am? she ponders
Why do i feel vulnerable and incomplete, she ponders
Or am i just a beautiful container made by my maker?
Maybe  i was coupled with a purpose and and qualities altogether

A woman like Rebecca i can be
Cos though pretty yet lived a life of purity
Not like our beautiful Racheal
Oh! very attractive but yet futive

A woman like Esther i should be
Prayerful yet adorned with wisdom and humility
Not acting like beautiful Vashti
Whose disobedience and pride came before her fall

A total woman is one who fears the Lord
With qualities like our lady in proverbs 31
Hey! are you just a container with feminine attributes?
If yes, make a change today and take a step into total womanhood

Ikwo Asuquo

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