TO A YOUNG MOTHER, ESE ORURU

Perhaps it was a thought of your tiny pelvis
Or that of your dry menarche
That burdens my heart with wrought iron weight
When the news was aired
By the network of town gossipers
That you my friend is now a mother

A child-mother
Or a mother-child
Don’t know which you are
But you are a child and a mother
A child weaned,
Recently
Lacking in ways of this world
But blessed with body
Of a woman ten seasons older
You, my young mother
Haven’t seen many harmattans
Nor has your backbone calcified
Enough to bear a day old

The news has it
That the white witch man says
You have a fistula
What that is, make a fool of me
But the townspeople say
You leak human dung
And flies are your closest comrades
Your husband detest your hut now
You were a firm breast and virgin to him

My heart is overridden
By the bleakest of emotion
Thick like a moonless night
When I think of you
All I remember is
That child bathing in the lakeshore
Or the castle we build on sand dunes
And your quick wit has you pratter on
I cried when you were taken
Away to marry a locksmith
I missed our shared secret kisses
On the way home from the stream
The world has robbed you of your childhood
And make my friend lost to me

#SayNoToUnderageMarriage

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Oooh I see

chriskosherbal:
Oooh I see

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Are you sure you can see it
A literary picture it is for those who can see. I can but pity the poor girl. She must have been sectioned due to her tiny pelvis. One wonder if she hasn't joined the league of teenage girl with fistula, a group dominated by the northerners.

So where is d picture after birth?