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Limerick: Once a Woman-Cleanser in Malawi
for Seodi White
Once (a) Widow-Cleanser* in Malawi
Insisted (on) being paid double fee
The dead man made certain
Left gift (on) this side (of) curtain
Now Cleanser on (the) dole with H.I.V.
• The “Widow-Cleanser” is a Malawian professional
“intermediate husband” of widows imposed on women
who cannot – under the laws of Malawi - own anything
legally, EVEN their bodies. The Woman-Cleanser sleeps
with widows for a fee ($50/-) in order to prevent widows
and future husbands – from being polluted by the dead
This limerick dramatises facts divulged in a CNN interview with
valorous women-rights lawyer: Seodi WHITE on March 17, 2013.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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Their leaves smoothly,
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Half your time spent
stuffing bags in the ceiling
but the face of corruption
is surprisingly appealing
I remember asking;
Who has the keys to this
The one the finances the
cashier and his fat date
the one that keeps the
orphan clinging to his
for him days are a blur, he
can’t remember when he
so who really has the
keys, the keys to this
you think you know who,
are you sure?
This same one that
separates the rich and the
I saw a crowd the other
They were stuffed in a
Ecstatic and jolly
I heard them scream
and I thought slowly;
who had they seen
Madonna perhaps or
Come to rescue another
orphan, they deem is
Then I thought again,
Why do they refer to her
Why didn’t they refer to
the late one as Abambo.
mindsets are doing
nothing but falling
and Frankly its appalling.