#FuelSubsidyRemoval poem: 167 million rape victims

 

Photo credit: Annie Kelly

 

by ‘Yoma Onosemuode

How dare you talk over my head this time again?

How dare you look down on me with your thoughts?

Was this what you said at the beginning?             

I wonder how we came this far in no time

From being high with expectation to being so low in performance

 

I refuse to be raped by you again

Stop giving me reasons to give in

This was not anything like you said at first.

I confided in you; I shared my past with you

How I’d been abused by my past lovers

I told you about the gang-rapes from my past, lovers that lied

Family members that tore off my clothes behind closed doors

 

When you came, I was not ready for any man

I needed one but was ready to be all by myself.

Everyone recommended you though

They said you were the dream

They gave me; you gave me tales of your humble past

And fitted it with my personal hopes and aspirations

I thought I saw myself in you

Never knowing that my past pain blinded my mind

 

If only I knew;

I look back and wish I had married that hard-looking divorcee

Or maybe I should have stayed married to my Ota ex-husband

Now I realize that looks fooled me…

I was done with the big boys.

I thought the guys without shoes would be a better bargain

 

How is it that I willingly went into your house?

I was escorted by my peers, singing and rejoicing,

Is it right here in the same house i am now being gang-raped?

By these men you said were not a part of you but only a platform for you?

I feel pain all over me, I feel like dying.

 

The oil at my feet has turned my kids into murders

The politics around my head has produced suicide bombers

Those from my left side return in droves from trouble at the head

Because you have refused to bring all my children to the dining table

You have refused to call a family meeting.

My children have become stronger than their father

 

All these thoughts fill my head as mounting pains fill my loins

I try to wriggle from beneath your weight,

I am slimy with the sweat of Bretton Woods,

And the bad breath of “the biggest cult in Africa” feels my face

 

Who will save me? I have prayed too long

Who will save me? I can’t cope with this anymore

The majority of my children have stopped crying

I hear them now shouting

You, their father have pushed them too far

They shout now to save their mother,

They shout now to save my grandchildren,

They shout because past generations didn’t shout enough

You, their father have pushed them beyond 65kilometres!

 

Now they will ask for all that is due them.

You, their father have pushed them too far!

 

‘yoma onosemuode

www.yomzie.wordpress.com

 

 

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