Éwò! (Abomination)
- For Nigerian women who suffer abuse in all its faces/facets in toxic silence.
These shrill screams welcome the nightmare that has become one with our souls,
Some say Ésú’s mischief is the fire that fuels the horrors of her hands,
Others say the apple she shamelessly coveted devoured her soul,
Some say it’s the poison she carries in her death rendering breasts; it flows more bitter than the Nile’s blood!
Her tongue is full of bile, is what rumour offers the dawn, and
I heard the market’s busy tongues; they say her tongue is her ruin.
Can you blame these women?
Is there shame to be quartered and shared?
Then let it be fair!
Why do you gauge her portion the largest?
Hands that nurture now torture, Whose head goes into the executioner’s guillotine
Theirs?
or the dark hole you drove them into right from the cradle?
Obatala’s fury speaks in their frenzied dance,
Sango’s fire blazes from their bloodshot eyes;
See! Feast your gazes upon dark flames birthed from angry flames!
See how it oozes vile lava into life,
Devouring flesh formed from flesh!
Osun’s waters will never be able to wash this horrendous act away. Haven’t you heard?
Did you not learn?
of the curse that accompanies the sacrilege of scarring mother?
How can the unborn be welcomed into this abyss?
Would rather life welcomed them with dirges/ hanging onto death, still like the log their progenitors use to strike their mothers into submission.
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