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My African Woman Roots.


They say, that a dog,

Will never bark at its master.

The notion behind this belief,

Still makes me wonder the reality

in this saying.

Sitting down with my family,

Under the beautiful vine tree,

I ask my aunt to tell,

Of the beautiful luo African tales and culture.

I enjoy how she narrates the stories, Like they had just occurred,

The previous day.

Her sitting posture and facial expressions,

Explain the experience,

And the tales in the story,

As if it was her lifestyle,

Throughout the ordeal.

As I am left wondering ,

When it all happened,

She looks into the storyline,

So deeply embedded

In the reality of her nostalgic experiences.

I find it interesting,

That some of the traditional

Beliefs and norms,

That slowly fade in this current society

Can't be explained.

She narrates how the young

Girl to be married off,

Would be spied on ,Like

A thief ready to be taken away.

The men from her new family to be,

Would come at day time,

Fighting her brothers until

They won and took her away.

She wailed and cried a river,

But nobody cared for she was

Old enough to be a wife.

She, only in her late teens.

The girl and new wife to whoever

Took her in, was forced to love.

For that was going to be

Her lifetime partner.

She would cry for days

Or even weeks,

But her fateful fate had

Been cealed already.

With nobody to rescue her,

She began to find solace in her

New husband who later became

Her friend and lover.

Throughout the seasons,

She learns to love and submit.

To him, the one she once detested.

Together they live in harmony,

And welcome their children.

To their life, the ones

To grow up and live

The same generation

And make it continue like a chain.

© 2020 Millicent Okello

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