cry of an african gal

[nora]

CRY OF AN AFRICAN GIRL

Torture agony torture

That’s my life in summary

Wake up every dawn at the first crow

And voila

The familiar sound that commences another day of hardship


“Akinyi check the goats bleating in the pen

Akinyi mop the house…Akinyi fetch firewood

Akinyi this Akinyi that

The endless whinny orders from mother

Will it hurt to rebel for just a day?

Will it hurt to just dance my heart out, free like a roaming bird?


I dance until I seem one spirit with the earth

And as my focus returns

I see a model of an angel swaying gracefully towards me


“Come,” a honey melodious voice urges

My feet follow and my body loses itself in the beauty of my surroundings

My ears hear some distant tune from hills

I can’t remember ever seeing

Calmness settles in my heart as I take a glimpse of my future

From the river’s reflection.

My wondrous future is perfect…


“AKINYI!!!”

That scream sure does wake me from my dreamy dilly dally

Stars glint like ice against the black sky

Tears stream down my face

My future is doom unless my angel comes back

…This is the cry of an African girl.

[a.k.a]

I remember this poem back then when in high school,that ka-poetry teacher..lol. Back to the poem...I think the African girl child is to worry no more, with the emergence of various ngos,better media coverage...People now are aware of the rights of the girl child but a shocking thing is..you are forgetting the African boy. Who will fight for him?

[nora]

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

i assign that job to u aka, fight for the african boy