To have an honours degree
At the age of twenty three
While your cohorts carry two
Or three kids is to strike two
Birds with one stone; scholarship
And having a life of dictatorship

To be your mother’s child
And still have no child
Calls for much jubilation
In this sub-Saharan nation.

To be a woman in this age
And have no man to stage
Only proves stoic independence
Independence without pretense.