By Frederick H
From East to west, North to South, I walked through every dark alley of my motherland. Swollen faces of pregnant young mothers greeted me. Dark clouds of violence hovered above their heads under The disguise of their aging husbands – Wounds for eternity. With babies on their backs, tilling their husband’s lands, Fed several homes. Even then, land only belonged to Husbands and sons, only husbands and sons. Wives and daughters for labor.
He is a religious man from the South, Bride price is all that he looks forward to – his daughters. With a myriad of convictions, he dictates when they marry. Their lives are tied to the kitchen, babysitting, and plowing. School and inheritance is set aside for his sons, only they Have a choice. Custom and belief is all he perpetrates. Beliefs deeply engraved in his society, carried on From generation to generation like creeds. Wives and daughters for the property.
In this global village that keeps growing, Nations, leaders, and souls must open their minds, hearts. The beauty of equality and empowerment should live and grow In every provision of the law, entity, and policy, just like blood flowing Through veins, keeping the heartbeat alive – ZERO DISCRIMINATION. A daughter’s right to choose, a mother’s dignity, all protected. Inclusive goals reigning are like morning sunlight which Brings hope. We are all human first, regardless.