Today is International Day for the Girl Child. So I wrote my sentiments while growing up. Thoughts that made me a woman instead of a girl. Thoughts that helped me see I had to work extra hard to break through the chains to have my voice heard. I hope for a future where girls will not have to break bones for recognition in Ghana and Africa as a whole.
I came as a human being
With no tag
No feelings which are like rags
Never knowing my future has an added name “hag”
In a pained heavy bag
That society has specially prepared to have me gagged
And to tag me a nag
If I so try to scream
I came to this spot
Hoping to bless
Not to curse
But my first name was “an animal”
An animal who slowed down the celebration of a born being
And is regarded as a pot to shape for water fetching
Painfully they waited to have me grow
So I could be exchanged for things
Like cloths, cows, monies or debts or positions
Poor me! Poor us! Poor Creator who made us!
I am sure God specially built us
Like men specially build His church
No wonder we are human buildings,
Sacred places for fragile future to be in safety
Sharp intents for protection
An unquenchable love
But how can these important beings be subjected to so much?
Caught like a goat and sold
Bought like a doormat for doors
To step on for ins and outs
Used like a cheap tool to trap and tarnish
Operated on to remove the voice which beg to be heard
I am the gate of creation
The fate of man
In the shape of adoration
Not a beast for cessation
So why the parcelled pain?
Why do I have to carry burdens I help to carry
Only to make them my burdens in worry?
Why do I always have to hide?
Why do I have to grow like an uncooked yam?
Soft on the surface
Hard within to withstand torture
And eventually fall like a weak plantain
Leaving stains of my life for more torture?
What will the world be without my kind?
Why are these hands caged by mouths which need my waters to live forever?
What do they wish to attain by making me a thing?
Why is it taking so long to have them
Take off the shroud of low self confidence
To see their creators and hail
Rather than make them pale to wail?
A world like this is stale
A world where I am like a possession is no place for me
And without me you are not to be
So please look
Look past the horrid façade of your superiority
And be sane to quench this insane train of pain
Let the crying society
Which hates dynamism wail in change for the better
Than making we partners divided to eventually fade
Into the unknown
I am a girl to lady in womanhood
A promise for your future and mine
With a head which can battle on thought ground
Please cut my chains
And walk your walk as I walk in mine
Until death hawks hunt us in serenity
After all our wishes are birthed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015