By Ene Adeka
Walking down the aisle
Dressed in green and white.
You’re fertile but tainted by the dirt
And blood your young men have spilled.
Like a virgin waiting to be declared wife,
You inch closer to when you’d be called wife.
But this onward journey has taken you too long;
From nineteen-fourteen to two thousand and forever
The women have been preparing you.
Dressed in green and white
As black as the nature of Africa,
Your fertile soils lounge lazily
But your back you have refused to bend to till the land.
Carried away by the promises of foreign men,
Soon you forgot that willing grooms were at home.
My repentant bride
Dressed in rags and shades of black.
You took a rain check and missed your ride to destiny.
But your garments of shame have been washed
And the world eagerly awaits your unveiling.
It’s time to become that virtuous woman.
And let the fruits of your abuse; your 36 daughters
Be courted by merchants of peace and forgiveness
Let your mistakes be only a part of their history.
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