My body should be mine to do with as I please It is not a playground, freeway nor slippery path for For Disrespect, Battery, Assault or Abuse Or an avenue for heat of the moment without MY permission It is a narrow path to be respected and honoured According to my wishes A smooth … Continue reading My Body
In a flash I was cut Sharp searing pain between my legs Shooting through my young body straight to my brain And exploding into a million tiny stars As I was held down by strong hands With another hand over my mouth to stifle my screams The rose guarding my crown was cut The rose … Continue reading The Sacred Rite
From the day I was born I was made to know I was a woman From the “Ohs” and “Ahs” and the words of congratulations to my proud parents I knew and understood everyone’s expectation of my role as female “Ohhh, in no time she would be up and about running errands for you” “Ahhh, … Continue reading Woman
Kon ! Kon ! Kon ! Kon ! the gong chimed as the town crier announced the call for a meeting at the village square. Kon ! Kon ! Kon ! Kon !the stick beat against the gong driving the message home . The chief had instructed that all be gathered at the square for my … Continue reading He Had Fallen And Died
My Dear Unborn, Even though you have not been conceived, it gives me great joy and fulfilment to write you these words of prayers, blessings and love. God bless you. I can’t wait to carry you within me and feel you grow, kick and play around in my womb which will be your playground for … Continue reading Letter To My Child
The day Africa was born, the gods rejoiced
Mother Earth and Mother Sky never felt so complete
They both shed tears of joy which made oceans, rivers and streams
And sighed in contentment which gave cool winds
Their daughter was beautiful.
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I stand tall and brown skinned like the great iroko tree
My hair black like cooking charcoal and kinky
My teeth white and my lips thick and red like ripe cherries
My Body voluptuous and supple
I am beautiful
I am proud to be an African daughter
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Embrace me dear warrior of mine
As you count my waist beads and our bare feet digs
Into the friendly earth in tenderness
My hair smells of rich forest herbs
My dark oiled skin glows with velvety smoothness
I am weak at the knees
Your touch is magic
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An egg and a tadpole came together to bring me into being one stormy night. The result of sweet nothings and false promises , sweet deceit and the folly of youth and the heat of lust. A young innocent teenage girl born into poverty and the sweet promises of a Sugar Daddy, wiser in the … Continue reading ABORTION : Silent Screams…
My husband died in his sleep but my in laws said I killed him. How could I have killed my husband? After all, my uncle had married me off to such an old man because he could not repay the debt he owed. I had only set eyes on him a few days to the … Continue reading Widow
The drums rolled as the young dancers jumped up and down twisting their young bodies to the rhythm. The birds joined in the chorus as if aware of what was going to take place in the next few minutes. It was a wet and cool morning as it had rained heavily the previous night and … Continue reading The Rite Of Passage