Grandmother's Shack

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                                                         Grandmother’s Shack I heard someone shouting loudly, which was bizarre in the morning. I got out of our house and tried to listen to where the noise was coming from. That is when I saw Rita, my younger cousin, running down the hill towards our compound. She had a twig that she was waving profusely from east to west. I knew she was in distress, but could not make out what she was trying to say. By this time, everyone had come out of their houses, including grandmother Teresia. Rita never made it to our compound, as we saw her fall down abruptly as she came down the hill. Samson, my older cousin, ran out of the compound, followed by my uncles, to check what had happened to her. To understand our past I will have to go back to the beginning. There were five houses with two shacks in ou...
 #My Dress My Choice
She clung to herself as they shouted
A tear dropped to the ground as they jeered at her
A man slapped her hand on her back and she stumbled forward
She hit the ground fast and her cheek felt the hard gravel

She tasted sand in her mouth
Irritating her soul to the core
A woman came forth thrust a khanga in her hand.
That’s when her shame washed away.

How barbaric and backward this society was
How men fought back at the disappoints of a system
A system that has rendered them jobless and
At the mercy of their crude actions.

How I chose to dress is for me
It’s a portrayal of who I am
How I choose to walk is for me
A portrayal of my freedom

As she walked away she felt a relief,
A rush of spirit and breathed freely,
Never caring that the khanga clang so close
Disappointed but with hope of a proper society




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