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A few stories and counting… Keren r. Rose Her husband died leaving her with three small children to care for. She has no income, her husband was in Police Department and died while on duty. She has three brother in laws who approached her a few days after the funeral and this was the solution they gave her grieving heart,” Do not worry your three children will be divided amongst us three brothers, you are still young so please go ahead and find another man to marry”. I wonder if they even asked her what she wanted for herself and her children, is it right to pull apart three siblings and conveniently dispose off the mother? Couldn’t the three brother support their unfortunate brothers wife and kids till she could find a way to earn? She was well educated infact a first science graduate from her tribe with an enviable job. After marriage, children and an extremely busy husband she decided to give up her high profile job and settle for a less taxing teaching job. Her children have all grown and done well thanks to her sacrifice. These days when they are discussing some issues and she doesn’t understand her husband tells her, “you don’t know anything that is going on in the world today, you are so outdated”. Did he realise that he and the children are updated because she outdated herself to raise them all? she made their house into a home while she could have been a high flying officer in some big department. She is good looking, smart and a tal-
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ented musician very active in church. Unfortunately she got pregnant out of wedlock and approached the boys family. They were powerful politicians then so as not to hurt the voting bank, they allowed her to live with them for the nine months duration. The day after she gave birth, the mother in law curtly told her, “Now that you have given birth under our roof you may leave as my son has decided that the baby is not his”. Her husband was an alcoholic, an officer and a diabetic. Perfect recipe for disaster. Well when he eventually died, the in laws swooped in to claim all his property and forcibly took away her children as well (they were all girls I heard). How did they achieve the feat? Simple, they accused her of having a boyfriend and therefore by man-made laws that made her not fit to bring up her children or stay under the roof she once shared with her late husband. I wonder why did she fall in love with a man…she should have fallen in love with a stone or a tree or the door even. Why did God create her with blood running in her veins and a heart that was ‘unfortunate’ enough to find love again? Her husband is an alcoholic, a good for nothing loafer who beats her every night for burnt curries to even power failure I am told. Well the day he beat her till she peed blood, she ran home. The relatives interfered, the church kept mum. They made her go back to save the family honour. They said, “There is no smoke without fire, you must have also done something to outrage him so. Go and learn to be a good, humble, obedient wife”.
I think in other words the well-meaning relatives meant, “Since you are still alive, you owe him your services. Stay under his roof till he beats the daylights out of you and when you are finally dead we will cry over your body, we will beat our chest and be angry at your in laws for having killed our beloved sister”. Perhaps then the church will say the unfortunate husband may marry again since he needs a woman to take care of him and his children! These are just a few stories from the recesses of my memory. Some I witnessed, some I heard but all of them are true. And yet we women bear it all, we are not supposed to have ‘humanitarian’ rights I am told. Unlucky is the women who is intelligent, independent and has an opinion, our society has creative tags for such women ranging from over smart, ‘will control husband’, morally lose (Don’t ask me I also don’t know how being intelligent is connected to morals), 33% reservation khan, defensive etc etc. Personally, I do not fight for reservation, I am not demanding equality, all I seek is justice. Justice that man-made laws sometimes ignore, justice that God gives freely and we humans withhold tightly. How long till we walk in the shoes of women who have been battered/abused? How long before we go the second mile with them? How long before men themselves come out openly in support of violence/injustice against women? How long is it to sunrise? I will keep my pen down then.
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FORSAKEN Lea And God turned away From the dog gnawing At the broken tiny body With the curled bloody fingers That might have reached out To stop the hands that took Her life before it began. And God turned away From the whimpers behind the door And the tiny heart asking What the voice could no longer say To stop the Unspeakable To let her be a child again. And God turned away From the muffled screams At the blows raining on flesh And the broken heart begging To be released from the horror That had become of her life. And God turned away For when He created Man To Love This beautiful world He gave. To Value She whom He created too To Share with him that world How had He not seen The mark of the Devil in Man. And God turned away. And who will Save The baby, the girl, the woman Whom He had so wonderfully made.
Change Attitude Towards Women eyingbeni Humtsoe – NieNu Violence against women (VAW), for some, starts from the womb when a girl child is voluntarily annihilated. If she is allowed to be born she is subjected to discrimination of varying kinds in varying degrees. To stop VAW, there is a need not only to enact and uphold women sensitive legislation and culture, but requires total change of attitude towards her – In conception and birth – Embrace her sexuality. In infancy and childhood – Nurture her with equality. In adolescence – Treat her with care. In youth – Show respect. In marriage – Honour her wishes. In motherhood – Trust her wisdom. In old age – Treasure her experience. Through all stages – Value her. Woman, without her, life is not only incomplete, but impossible. Harming her is harming one’s life itself.
A DAUGHTER’S LETTER neiKehienuo Mepfhű-o Dear father, ‘We’ live in a world where we are free only in dreams. Each beautiful morning, It is yet another story of one of us- Abused and Tortured, Raped and Murdered. My naive little sisters falling prey to inhuman bastards. All these tragedieswritten, read, protested and forgotten.
iLLuSTrATion by seso t. meRo
Dear father, How do we thrive in a landWhere even ‘home’ is no longer safe? Where we feel threatened by every knock on the door? Where we pray for love but are sacrificed for lust?
Where we are denied even our most basic right to life? Where we wonder hopelessly what have we done terribly wrong to deserve this? Dear father, How long can we trudge along with broken bones and broken hopes? Think for us when you know that ‘they’ are parading unabashedly in the streets with nothing to lose, after a child’s play confinementwhere we bury our head in fear. Make a change, father, As I ‘am even scared to turn off the lights tonight.
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