Baby Wife Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

Dancing in the bright sunlight,
Tiny dainty feet raises the dust.
Two hills shoot out on the chest,
Hips give a curved smile.
Lusty eyes wander to the gay face,
Untouched by youthful wildness,
A vulgar smile caress the lips of the lusty eyes owner.

A trip, two trips, more is made to the shepherd of the sprouting gem.
Cows and cripsy notes are pushed into eager hands,
The deal is sealed over bubbling Palm wine.
Sold like a cattle, the life to be determined by the buyer.
A slave, a modern slave
Free to roam about with no chains,
Yet with spirit, bound.

Dances and music assault the ears of the air,
Covered in a veil the sprouting child is led to a dim lit room
Admist shouts and howls of excited well wishers.
The human cattle lays back,
Unsure, uncertain.
Family had advised, to yield is to bring the family honour.

Scared innocent eyes dart about.
The lusty eyes gaze greedily on the developing hills.
Obstacles are torn away as he descends, full weight.
A cry followed with pain,
Then a tear.
He doesn't stop now
Till exhausted he drops to his side,
Drifting off to a satisfied sleep.

Blood, pain assault the human cattle sensibility,
As she grasped the meaning of spousehood.
Days pass and the sacred hole gives increased agony.
Orthodox and traditional healers take turn on the human body.
Heads shakes in pity as truth dawn on the abused,
Bladder has lost its control,
She must live in isolation.

Smells like a rotten rag,
Flies perform native dance around the stinking soul.
Abadoned by the abuser,
Sentenced to a life of stink and pain
Minutes and hours the human cattle change adult diapers.

So it must be, except help comes.
All because a custom that bar sprouting maidens from maturing,
Lives on.
The strong survive the night when innocence is brutally snatched,
The weak gets torn and lives with the dreaded curse of an abused sprouting maiden,
The curse called 'V V F'.