She was standing there lonely
That beautiful girl
Her shape was so lovely
Her silhouette could tell
She was made
Her mind-sizzling smile wasn’t a folktale
You could see that when you talk to her
Her body wasn’t for sell
She knew she was going somewhere
Her life was full of advice
And she refused none
She took every advice
And scrutinized them one by one
At thirty, she wanted marriage
And she did choose a good boy
A good boy with morals
Did she choose him at teen age?
That was only known by her boy
A wedding came her way
And people could say what they loved to say
Lobola was paid for her
And they all rejoiced
She respected her groom
Her groom also respected her
Because she had had learnt morals
Stay well Nelia
God loves you Nelia
Categories:
lobola, age, angel, anniversary, beauty,
Form: ABC
When men see through
They also want to go through
Lack of self control
Leads to a number of tears
'Tis rape when a father breaks the wall
Of his adolescence daughter
And says it is tradition
'Tis rape when a man wants to go through
And he will
Because he paid lobola
Shall we call it rape
When he tells you the A to Z of promises
And never keeps one
Because he wanted to go through
The sweet tongue of perception
Has led to the fatherless children of Africa
The so called cultural activities
Has led to the insecurities of young women
Depriving them of their rights to voice
But our cries fall on deaf ears
As though we are in outer space
Generation by generation we have learnt
To accept these traditions
Traditions of disparagement
Categories:
lobola, africa, discrimination, women,
Form: I do not know?