She gave her heart to a lover who has never loved
Fell to the prey of a devil who is good with words
A father who love to see his daughter moan
Her beauty withered even before she was born
She experienced menopause before menstration
She is a young old woman
Who sees a bright future in her plan
A plan that's more like a tale
Cos she is an inch away from her grave
Blood drips down her pierced heart
Her last wish is a sight on God
Many words to be said but are all gone
Her brain becomes transparent
And her heart exposed to torment
And her body detached from her feelings
She screams her soul out because
The exit is too small to welcome her replica into this world
Her tears hide under legal pains
Though she is a mistress from slave trade
And a mother when she was barely eight.
She teaches her children what she was never taught
Gives her breasts to be sucked,
But she had never tasted her mother's for too long
She becomes a mother that was never mothered.
Without sentiment let's not forget
She is still a kid
But an old woman in the real sense.
She is an Hausa innocent little girl
Who never enjoys life to the fullness.
Say no to child abuse
Say not to the brutalisation of those little girls who have been locked up mentally in the constraints of traditions, given away to a life that only lasts for a day- her wedding day, and her body sags, and her breasts flatten like over-worn slippers.
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