WOMAN
She held tightly the hoe on the right
While the left adjusted the baby on the back
As her calloused foot navigate the tortuous road
To the distant farm
Where she must toil and sweat
To put garri and yam on the table
Her partner overtaken by depression
Idles away in mama Ngozi spot
Waiting for never coming friend for a cup of ogogoro
A potent synergy for hunger and despair
Which have castrated the land
Wars and melt downs have sown several seeds
Economic exodus from the textiles
Political killings and assassinations
Social dislocations and divorces
The culture of rapes and crimes
And red bottom lines
Role reversal has put women in the firing line
Making bed, winning bread, giving love
Have pushed her harder to the earth
She has changed irreversibly
Confronting many demons at the same time
Just found your blog. I too am a volunteer in an independent advice service in the voluntary sector. I was just reading your bit on women.
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