Breast ironing, female genital mutilation, sexual violence, arranged marriage among others are what a girl child goes through in some communities. Yes I vow to the blueness of my ink to stop madam cash  from trading our daughters for jewelleries our mothers of tomorrow Yes I vow to the scars on my heart to tarnish senator kasalis integrity our 13 year old mother-made-girls concubines at his villa Yes I vow to humanity's groans to punish mama alero for pounding aleros breast brutality in the name of protection Yes I vow to the terror in my voice to format education schemes for putting our ladies at the back row our intelligent genius Yes I vow to the blood that flows through my veins to stab perpetrators with words for drowning our females in inferiority the giants of the future Yes I vow to abeke my god mother to hold on to the fight for female leadership it is my war, it is our War # Repost # # SDG5 # # GenderEquality # # GirlChildEducation # # Girls # SustainableWor

The palm wine tappers daughter Growing small tangerines attracted you Abandoning the thighs of a ready-to-be mother You tore into soul of an adolescent You bought a bride with a price And inserted your knife of greed into her emotions Sucking the milky drops from her eyes Is this marriage of slave trade? A penny for a night So you promised her father Free water supply and light So you promised her mother Go ask the gods What killed senator lagbaja the other night It was one word one knife Deadly blows that stole cruelty from his sight Girl's marriage is a taboo I will fight till the last drop of my ink For this is a catastrophe to the society I will fight with my word, with my life. # Repost # # Childnotbride # # Raiseagirlraisealeader # # Raiseagirlraiseaninnovator # # SDG5 #

This post is going to be in English and French. Out of the Ashes we rise For the sun that was out that evening The moon that shone that night For it came out in all its might And they flooded the town with light  As all the vestiges left me of the fight The fight where I was supposed to be the Knight but I was held tight because of my sex I lost my place at the table to one of the men But out of the Ashes we shall rise For I rose, that day when Bro Akin, that uncle in my neighborhood touched me affectionately, I slapped his hand away and told mummy about it That year when the boys in my class poked fun at Sandra because she had her first 'Period' unprepared in class. But that day we stood by her, our heads high and confidence higher We weathered the storm together Unity and love prevailed over brashness and pride. And we rose out of the Ashes together. For when Girls stand together, the predator becomes the captured Prey # GirlChild # # Fiction # # NoDiscrimination # # To

My bangles cast with mud Vegetables adorn my head Forever stuck in this hell-hole Ever heated kitchen -stead  My gender is my sentence My home, my prison Condemned to serve the man I'm forced to be content with second place Though, for enlightenment, I've fought Wielded my flag against my mistreatment The system fights right back, always to put me in my place In class, in the office, my good work disdained Down-trodden by tradition,all the more by men Cursed to be a glorified house-help All my abilities lie potential within me My soul bleeds, wishing release from inertia If only to let loose the fountains of innovation, foresight, oh, multitasking! But my mind lies fallow but for imagination My hands shackled with the pestle, the plates and kids My gender is my crime And life sentence to the kitchen and bedroom, my retribution # Girlpower # # Notrestrictedtothekitchen # # Nolimitations # # Destroygenderstereotypes # # Breakglassceilings # # Girlchildeducation #

ADEWUYI ROSELINE ADEBIMPE I am humane, doughty, dexterous and tenacious. I am a power house of stunning virtues with a special puissance in honing excellence. The Woman Of Worth Network #Iamawomanofworth # #Wordsofaffirmation # #Powerwoman #

Excism To realise self is to command To command self is to live. What does a fruit, unripe, detached from its source sing? Slimy lamentations of unattainment. Devouring birds may not get a look to see her, ripen and stomach to their fill her delicacy. I mean, desire for debauchery averted. Good riddance, yes? There is a sorrow that nature speaks of when form and expression is bound. Choice is the insignia of higher life. "Come to knowledge" the elders counsel. Futility i say when the tentacles of the mind, cut off. Good riddance, no? She wriggles in pain weeks long, trudging along the wilderness of confusion, conflation of existential wishes. Ripe fruits, plucked in due season, are a delight to the belly. Rounded with light and freedom. Well aware of her proclivities Chooses her excesses. To deny her is to pour acid on her humanity. A female is the tree. The fruits are her parts. The world is the vineyard. The thorns are prejudice, stereotypes and regressive tradi

What if What if, there were no memories to write, of a girl full of scars, her eyes painted with agonies, Of haunted days. I thought, Scars were tales of a man , Who journeyed the sea, To fight for freedom for his children, Only to return and meet demons. No, scars are for women, Those with innocent faces, Who were given protection, From the cruelty of men, Who would devour their innocence, And eat their fruits unripe. Let's take a walk, Down the hearts of the protected, Whose breasts have been impounded, And their curves being made straight, Like the dry fig in the desert Take a journey into their hearts, And listen, I heard songs of scars, From their bleeding hearts, And winds of wails whooshing from their stare, I thought scars are for men. I thought the protected need not cry. Protection has no justice, If an unripe fruit is plucked, To keep it safe from beholders. What is the joy of a tree, Whose fruits do not display glee? This is for a girl, Who walks i