Category Archives: Woman Scream International poetry festival

Super Female #07_WS2013

Super female

Destiny voices call
Louder and louder they become
Hearing them from afar
Louder are the contemplations as well

Senses within tend to disagree
Tearing us apart
But;
We rule the world
The world right on our fist

Stereotypes batter persistent urges to lead
Gender views draw us back
They tell us that we are not ‘man’ enough
Tell you what?
We are WOMEN enough

They called education a boy-thing
They called career a male-endeavor
Passive were women
Not long, our heads are up
We speak female
We stand tall amidst it all

Ignore not the voices of destiny
For the truth lies therein
Accept not defeat
Girls, ladies, women…
Join hands and be the super girls, super ladies and super women on planet.

By Emilly Achieng

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Sense of Security #06_WS2013

Children, especially girls, need to feel safe around their brothers, male cousins, fathers, uncles and grand fathers.

If you were to caption the picture below around the theme of gender based violence and safety, what would your caption be?

Picture by Meri Hyoky Photography

(Lesotho)

Inikpi #05_WS2013

INIKPI
(oma
  ufedor
  Attah) *
 
 ( 21
st February 2013
  in honour of
  the first woman president of Korea Senator Park Geung-Hye
)
 
Inikpi!
Greater love have never been
Nor will there ever be like yours
 
That you walked with your own legs into your grave
For Igalaland
Inikpi oma ufedor Attah!
Warrior daughter of a warrior king
 
And songs and legends have lived after you
Ah! Inikpi more graceful than the gazelle of the savannah
Each strand of your hair was more precious
Than amethyst and chrysoberyl
Who was that fool that dares to stare openly at Inikpi when
She passes at the market square?
 
With your slender neck and slender waist
The dexterously patterned Igala marks that flowered your cheek
The ever in attendant fly whisk in your hand
And the blinding sparkles from your teeth
The golden anklets and rings on your feet
Ah! The performers that followed your everywhere
Singing your praises
 
 
 Ojo odoba * certainly took time creating you
Inikpi virging daughter of the ballad moon
 
Yea! That very moment that you were covered with sand
Total darkness blanketed the world
All the sound were still`d, silence fell on the clocks
The world have since searched everywhere for you
But you emerge today in faraway Asia
Warrior daughter of a warrior king
Park Geun-Hye!
First woman president of Korea!
 
 
*
Inikpi- proud daughter of
IGLALA KINGDOM who sacrificed her life for her land so they could defeat their enemy in war
*
oma ufedor Attah- beloved daughter of her father.
*Ojo odoba- name of almighty God in Igala 
 
 
By Omale Allen Abdul-jabbar
 
(Korea)

The Women #03_WS2013

We are the woMEN
The lesser of human race
Men consider us shadows
Merely seen but not heard
We are the faithful wives
Of the men you send to the gallows
Slaves we are in disguise
Working tireless without chains
We are the receptors of the world’s anger
As we smile to our husbands’ sweet slap
We are the mothers of the children you kill
We gave birth to sons that steal
We are the vessels in the danger of rape
Mute we are made in a noisy world
Women we are as our dreams die
We aren’t allowed to pursue goals so high
Even as our men take refuge with a harlot
Our duty it is to give him warm welcome
We are the humans praying all night
Helpless we are in the heat of a fight
We are the women of the world
Killed countless times without a sword

By Ogamba Frances

(Nigeria)

I am a Woman – #02_WS2013

I am a Woman

Shyly, in innocence, my first bud sprung,
Soon to discern
Who they said was I.
Quick to water with words were they,
Onto which, for dear life,
I strictly hung…
Whispers hoarse
Behind doors closed,
Thus my schooling begun:

“I am Woman;
The crumbling of man.
I am rug;
Nose-wipe for some wicked thug.
I am Old-And-Shoddy-Rag
On which thine vile desires
Thou art to drag.

I am Weak,
Worth no more
Than a broken stick.
All that is about me is dreary and bleak.
I am one on whom to look
With malice,
With guile;
To be abhorred- that is I.”

I drank in the teaching;
Lapped the produce of their tongues.
Biting off large chunks
Of their verbal utterance,
I swallowed them whole.
I withered as I grew
And knew not what to do…

“I am Scorn;
Away from me must the light be shone!
I am Harlot, I am Shame;
Behold mine body with great disdain.

I am Insect
Waiting in ready beneath your thumb
I am Woman;
I have no name.”

I listened, I heard,
‘Till, with bloated head,
I did want hear no more.
Something was changing;
My rose was in bloom,
And to contain it within me
I had no more room!
Now my song is different,
Listen and hear
Behold ye and see
The breaking of dawn:

“I am Speech,
Sturdy and strong;
Invoking within you
Emotions long gone.

I am Grace,
A waltz in my walk;
Your mouth agape
Yet not do you talk.

I am Strength;
Your helper, but not your slave.
I am one who came
From The One Who Is.

I am Vigour, I am Skip;
Passion seeps
From succulent lips.
I am Jewel, I am Beam;
Superior in poise,
Entrancing in gait.

I am Shout,
Hearken ye the awakening noise!
I am Rage;
Do you dare to spoil my page?

I am Fountain,
Splashing; soothing…
I am earthquake-
Disturbing in my wake!

I am alive,
I see that I am.
Not as I was,
But now I subsist.
I am Phenomenon. I am Beauty.
I am Woman.
I am Soul.”

I am. I am Woman.

By Anna T. Gowera

(Zimbabwe)

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