The Ballad of Obim

Life writes in volumes, an endless storybook,

Each day a page, a saga of the overlooked.

In this vast narrative, a child, Obim by name,

Entered the world special, igniting a challenging flame.

The Start of a Journey, Rough and Rife

Obim, a soul bright, in darkness at the start,

Illness his shadow, a test of heart.

Parents in despair, hope a flickering light,

A battle commenced, for their boy's plight.

Chibiike, with nostrils pinched, would loudly sneeze,

At Obim's sight, curses carried by the breeze.

A dance of disdain, a farcical show,

Yet, within this mockery, a child's woe.

Father's efforts, holes dug, a hope for strides,

Tribal marks etched, in ancient cures he confides.

Yet, amidst trials, Obim's spirit never swayed,

A testament to resilience, in adversity arrayed.

A moment of despair, a father's love forgot,

Into the waste bin, the innocent was shot.

A wake-up call, from society's stern gaze,

A bond reconsidered, amidst life's maze.

In fields of green, under a guilt-laden shade,

An angelic voice, a path newly laid.

“Embrace your child, let love guide your way,”

A father transformed, at the break of day.

The ballad of Obim, of a life once marred,

Now sings of hope, of hearts unbarred.

For in each trial, a lesson to impart,

A journey of healing, a brand-new start.