We held our son; Their family lineage Their last name My father’s grandson . My brothers Hold our father’s lineage Father’s last name A daughter, I held father’s last name Only for a “moment” . I “smile” While wondering, Is it fair? Is it okay? To carry and hold a child; my own blood My…… Continue reading Tradition?
10 years ago today, I married the most amazing man I know. My Michael, you were and still are everything I could ever hope for and desire in a man ; devoted to the Lord, kind, intelligent, humble, full of integrity, respectful, full of good humor and oh well, strikingly handsome; those beautiful hazel eyes…… Continue reading 10 years of love
Soft is not my middle name But I know to respect traditions Of my ancestors. Being on my knees for the elders Is my tradition not weakness. I will not look you in the eye If you wish to speak to me And that is respect not disrespect As you suspect. I am prideful Relentless…… Continue reading African woman
Looking them in the eye; they say is disrespect! Talking while standing should definitely never happen Adultery will get us banished Adultery will get them praises! Never talk while they are talking; so they say… To speak up is to become a man! To be firm is to disrespect Taboo to marry from that tribe…… Continue reading Taboos for us!
13 was the age I became “a woman”.. Uncle said those words….. Papa said those words….. Grandpa whispered them too! At 13 auntie suggested we visit “the” place The place to prepare me; the prey! Auntie said I was ready then… Mama said I was ready too… Grandma agrees too.. To the market their preying…… Continue reading The prey!
On her knees she is groomed to stay.. On her knees; her only measure of obedience is found.. On her knees, she must serve them.. On her knees; her place during supper.. On her knees, she must greet them.. On her knees, she is expected to beg for oil.. On her knees, she begs for…… Continue reading On her knees..
Father says we Marry for tradition.. Grandma says she married for tradition.. Auntie says she married for tradition.. Grandpa says we must marry for tradition.. Suzanna has to marry.. Her heart is with him.. Her hand in marriage is given to another for tradition.. Her heart is bleeding! Her tradition she must follow.. Her heart…… Continue reading Her heart:Her tradition
My name is kyakusimire, I am a village girl Don’t know much about those glittery things you call cell phones Don’t know much about talking to my friends over those “things”. My friends and I usually meet in the forest when we go to fetch fire wood. We socialize then;anticipating about the days to come…… Continue reading Village girl!
These waist beads I have had on since I was a little girl… They are a symbol of something…. My heritage… My roots… A tradition that I must carry on… I have treasured my colorful waist beads from as far as I can remember My pride for “a tradition” is worn in these beads Grandma’s…… Continue reading My beads;A tradition.