Dancing in the bright sunlight,
Tiny dainty feet raises the dust.
Two hills shoot out on her chest
Her hips, a tiny ant-hill.
Lusty eyes wander to the child's face,
Untouched by wildness,
A vulgar smile on the lips of the lusty eyes.
A trip, two trips and more is made to the shepherd of the child.
Cows and cripsy notes are pushed in eager hands.
The deal is sealed over Palm wine.
Sold like a cattle, a modern slave
Dances and music rent the air,
Covered in a veil, baby bride is carried to nuptial room.
The human cattle lay
Yield, bring the family honor.
Lusty eyes reaches out with groping hands,
Tearing through the ant-hill,
His bulky weight descends.
A cry follows pain but he doesn't stop.
Blood, pain and fear
Baby wife becomes a spouse
Her sacred hole gives off a smell
Urine has ceased to hold
Smell here, smell there
Like a rotten rag.
Abadoned by lusty eyes
A life of stink and pain
Baby wife in Baby diapers
Returned to her shepherds
For she has the curse
The curse called 'VVF'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could have cried while reading this poem, but I'm tearless.It's a fine poem that portrays the plight of young girls, especially in northern Nigeria.Well done Amazon of ink!