There you go woman. Your walls have fallen and you have been let loose! I assume that your feeble hands can now carry the heavy water pots from the streams of Oghene, that your eyes see the consequences of right and wrong, that you will no longer share the bathing ground with boys. Yaremi, we assume that the kitchen pots will glory because of your magical hands!
I watched you daily from the homestead, as your bones became stronger, your cleavage brought forth breasts and your behind became rounded. I saw you slowly become conscious of your body. I know about the long preparation before you leave for the stream. Yaremi, I know.
Yaremi I also see the beauty attached to your brain. Your wisdom knows no bounds. You have carried your self with great poise as you walk the streets of Amagu. No man or woman dares to put mud on your name. You work tirelessly during the farming season and while you await the harvest, you sell taffeta at the market.
You represent a race of women with a zeal undying. The type that is not wooed by the foolishness of Okonta the palm wine tapper. Yaremi you are the woman whose silence at the village square attracts curiosity. You have become the mouth of the gods and men tarry to hear your words.
However Yaremi, you are Woman and you were created to be unique. Your muteness does not mean you are foolish. Do not be fast at speech when your heart burns for the walls have ears. You are worth more than rubbies and be cursed that man who calls you weak!
Your words travel fast like the eagle on a journey but you speak only when words have been exhausted.
African woman, the land has sworn that you will not find happiness but they have refused to see that you are the joy of the land!
I watched you daily from the homestead, as your bones became stronger, your cleavage brought forth breasts and your behind became rounded. I saw you slowly become conscious of your body. I know about the long preparation before you leave for the stream. Yaremi, I know.
Yaremi I also see the beauty attached to your brain. Your wisdom knows no bounds. You have carried your self with great poise as you walk the streets of Amagu. No man or woman dares to put mud on your name. You work tirelessly during the farming season and while you await the harvest, you sell taffeta at the market.
You represent a race of women with a zeal undying. The type that is not wooed by the foolishness of Okonta the palm wine tapper. Yaremi you are the woman whose silence at the village square attracts curiosity. You have become the mouth of the gods and men tarry to hear your words.
However Yaremi, you are Woman and you were created to be unique. Your muteness does not mean you are foolish. Do not be fast at speech when your heart burns for the walls have ears. You are worth more than rubbies and be cursed that man who calls you weak!
Your words travel fast like the eagle on a journey but you speak only when words have been exhausted.
African woman, the land has sworn that you will not find happiness but they have refused to see that you are the joy of the land!
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