This is about a girl that I don’t know.
This girl that I don’t know is 4 feet tall.. or probably 3 and a half,
I mean who knows, I don’t know!
The girl I don’t know, doesn’t have a phone to keep a playlist on,
but she plays at least with her hair.
Her brother is heir to everything they own…
her body might be hers to wash, but you should see her parents hand it over like a bag,
to an old man.
They must be so proud,
a broken old man,
broke her virginity without breaking her.
In school, teachers will always tell you to fight for your dreams
but how does a young girl fight for her dreams when an old man is busy fulfilling his dreams of having 10 children by lying on top of her,
by making war on a body that is too young to ask for any other thing than peace.
The girls I know want to be married at 26, at 27, at 31,
the girls I know want to be fashion designers, pilots, business owners…
but at 12years old,
the girl I don’t know becomes what she is told to become…
an idea of a mother but really just a child in reality.
She can act like a mother but her body can’t fake the muscles that took years to make our mothers,
12 year old wombs have raised sons who went ahead to become doctors, soldiers,
then came back home to make use of another 12 year old womb, they call it tradition. I call it violence.
There’s something about the Taliban man who shoots a girl for going to school.
There’s something about beautiful weddings that end with rape at night.
There’s something about being 17 with three children and a heart full of holes.
There’s something about men’s interpretation of the Bible and Koran that doesn’t come against miserable treatment of women.
There’s something about a 14 year old girl contemplating divorce.
There’s something about men, about male police officers in Uganda stripping women-but then again the gun in their hand was not handed to them to protect human dignity.
There’s something about dignity, about a police officer at the report desk coming back to ask, ‘huyo wa rape ako wapi?’
There’s something about history that ignores heroes for being women.
There’s something about Mau Mau’s history that chooses to forget the role of women.
There’s something about history, about men, about the history of men…
like when a law was passed in Yemen, raising the minimum marriage age of girls to 17,
it was met with so much opposition, it was repelled.
There’s something about repelling, old men are not supposed to be attracted to 9 year old girls, especially not in the mind of a father.
There’s something a little girl learns by watching a male leader slapping a woman on national TV, and he gets to keep the right to be called a leader.