Random questions

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Why are there so many derogatory comments for a girl?

Bitch, ho, slut, thot, whore!

Why is my worth found in my vagina?

Why am I valued by how many I've lain with?

 

Read: Village Boy Impressions - Unsung Heroines

 

Why is it wrong to be alone?

Why is marriage seen as my end goal?

Why am I insulted when I want no marriage?

Why am I only seen as female when I marry?


Click to Read: Village Boy Impressions - The Kayayei's Tale


Why is my worth, dictated by my children?

Why am I less if I have none?

Why is my son considered my child?

I have a daughter here, does she not qualify?

Why are my children mine when they are bad?

Are they not their father’s too?


Read: Village Boy Impressions - Fathers

 

My sister, we live in a special kind of place

Say no more about this age

There is no peace for a woman here

Nor can joy be found anywhere near

Maybe, we’ll find them in a world

Where there is no man

Until then, endure this hell

Death will come soon, my friend.

 

by G. Demoir.

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  1. Paa Emma1:10 pm, June 30, 2021

    Very true and thought provoking. The world has not been good to women at all.

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  2. Albert Anamogsi2:20 pm, June 30, 2021

    Very true.
    Is impressive to read

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  3. Unknown10:31 am, July 01, 2021

    Hmmm! A very sad reality!! Thanks for this educative and thought-provoking piece

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