I've found a new home in the hospital,
A six spring bed, beside it my food, blood.
I've turned to a vampire always sucking blood,
When crisis struck, my medicine is to be rushed home, hospital.

All this is because of my parents acclaimed stupid love,
A love that has faded at my birth, where's the love?
I've been given a name, Abiku.
I'm the talk of many prosers and poets in different haikus.

My parents were enlightened about incompatible genotypes,
Yet, they said Sickled cell children is not for their type.
My parents were enlightened about incompatible blood group,
Yet, they mocked, "who blood group help"?

Tell Rhesus negative women and Rhesus positive men in a union,
Boyfriendship, girlfriendship or marriage to dread abortion,
If the women want to have children of their own in that or other unions.
Nne Ogbanje, Iya Abiku are names awaiting them after the abortion.

All because of me, Grandmas have been tagged witches,
Stepmothers tagged as the most jealous witches.
I've been taken to many herbalist and marabouts for incisions,
My body is an Atlas with different maps of lacerations.

My hope of becoming a lawyer have been dashed,
Many would-be doctors, nurses and lab scientist silenced.
Some are stillbirth in the womb already silenced,
While others on earth prematurely silenced and their hope dashed.

My parents loved and married blindly with hopeless hope,
That when I'm born they'll be able to handle my crisis.
I've led them to many crises beyond their envisaged crisis.
Who am I to blame for my dashed hopes?