Written by- Ajibola Ayomide, Girl Advocate.
I want to tell you the story of Asabe
She was five years old and full of flair
It was her greatest despair
To end this life with fear
She knew her day will come anyway
To her it was no pain no gain
She never wanted to be bothered
So she looked up and smiled
The village people seemed happy
As she approached the village circumcist
She was the despicable vagina botanist
She said "mama how could you trust her with me?"
She was a five-year-old in a slaughter house
They cut it down to curb her sexual desires
A girl with mutilated what? Vagina!!!
It was her body, her vagina
She grew up with the pain
Not for once did they part ways
She tried seeking for something to end it
But it all proved abortive
People still haunted her
They told her life doesn't belong to her
There is nothing painful.
Than becoming a victim
She guessed they never cared about her feeling
Nor would they sympathize knowing the reason
Inside her was a tremendous downcast
She was lost in a painful past
She will never wish this pain for her worst enemy
Even her won't want this for me
She would never forget that bloody scream
And her remains left to dry out like raw meat
She said" mama why do i have to be tortured for the right of passage and a cultural linkage?
Who would have thought that our malicious ancestor nature would have ripped my childhood away?
I am a girl child limited to live love and be free
How many has gone through this before me?
Now am traumatized for life
My unforgiving stripes taking away my womanly rights
I want to venture an opinion
Every little girl living in this swine of a culture
Going through pain because of ancestral decisions
Now is not the time to be trampled on
But girls don't be lured!!!
Say no to Female Genital Mutilation
So we have a free generation