I once was, Mrs. Eve Adams
My husband was Mr. Adams God.
He was the latest man in town.
After all, he was the only man in town!
We had the most beautiful apartment
State of the art all to ourselves
I didn’t have a need or two
Believe you me it was heaven on earth
My husband was the Prince of the Earth
And I was the mother of all nations!
But you see one day,
I had a chat with Lucifer
He was an old friend of Dad
He questioned my eating habits
And I was delighted
to give him a breakdown
For my First Desire was not around
Little did I know,
That he could cook more than me.
Night came and I and Adam ate
The sweetest recipe my mouth had tasted
Then we suddenly felt intoxicated!
And made terrible love
It was so, so naughty
How did my mind conceive that word?
How I did conceive our son.
Then we slept, and we awoke.
‘Adam! Adam!’ our Father called
But he was busy making some clothes
I felt so naked, so ashamed
So defiled!
‘Adam! Adam!’ Dad cried out
And I could hear in his voice
That He already knew what we did.
Few months later only Adam was by my side,
As I pushed and turned, huffed and puffed,
My eyes had seen
terrible things,
My sides had felt terrible pain.
And after hours of labor,
My first son arrived
Yes, after years of toil,
My second son followed.
As the years passed by
I knew that something was missing.
Adam no longer looked at me with love
He always came back late from work
The kids were always fighting
I was so dissatisfied and drained!
If tears could be exhausted
I had used up all of mine and Cain’s
He never really cried…
I was quite old
When I attended my baby boy’s burial
It felt so unnatural to die, to count years by strokes.
I was quite old but not dead
When my daughter came crying,
She could not bear a child
And her husband was always drunk.
Was it all because of what we did?
Someone was totally missing.
Forty two generations passed
And my daughter’s daughters still cried
Their husbands still cheated
They really ached to be Princes
But they didn’t understand
That it started from Adam and me.
But the Father never forgot,
He never stopped loving us
I know this because at different times
I could feel him calling me;
Through his laws and his prophets, pain and sorrows
For we had traded our rights to be kings
For momentarily pleasure
When it rained, I could feel his tears on my hair.
When the sun shone, I could smell his scent so near.
Then my name became Mary Joseph
A fresh graduate seeking a decent job
Engaged to be married,
Yet still seeking my Dad’s face
Until one day he called, and I answered
He touched me and I responded
Again.
He gave me such strength
And I felt no pain as I bore his.
Three decades later and we were crying,
Because I saw what he went through
So that I could call him Dad,
Again.
He came down with arms wide open
And went up with me in them
He went through every pain, poverty, lust, betrayal, fear…
Death on my behalf.
Now I bear a new name
I am Miss Kelechukwu Christ
And my lover is mine again
He is the latest man in town
Amongst many other men.
The woman who could bear no fruit
Became the one bearing fruits.
Because her bleeding finally stopped
When she touched his hem.
Her waywardness finally
ended,
When she had a drink with him.
Her husband’s toil was broken,
When He took his yoke.
Her birth pain ceased,
When she took a walk with him.
I can now call him Dad,
As he calls me ‘child’.
