I am a 22 year-old Ghanaian lady. I am a poet.<\/p>\n
After watching DRY, I couldn’t control my tears. I felt the pain of Halima. It was my first time of hearing about Fistula and I really want to help girls and women in such situation.<\/p>\n
Below is the poem I wrote, I dedicate it to all girls who go through such situation.<\/p>\n
CHILD NOT BRIDE<\/strong> I\u2019m a child not a bride!!<\/p>\n My body and soul and spirit and being I am a child not a bride!!<\/p>\n ****<\/p>\n Thank you Amoaa for sharing this lovely poem. You described Halima’s pain so vividly with your words.<\/p>\n Have you watched DRY? What did you learn from it? Please email info@stephaniedaily.com<\/strong> and share your story on DRY to join the Movie Club<\/a>.<\/p>\n Want to see it? Order now from Jumia or Konga or check your nearest stores. To buy DRY on Jumia, CLICK HERE<\/a>. To buy DRY on Konga, CLICK HERE<\/a>.<\/p>\n SL<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I am a 22 year-old Ghanaian lady. I am a poet. After watching DRY, I couldn’t control my tears. I felt the pain of Halima. It was my first time of hearing about Fistula and I really want to help girls and women in such situation. Below is the poem I wrote, I dedicate it to all girls who go through such situation. CHILD NOT BRIDE Under the silvery stare of the moon, The children sat to listen to soul refreshing tales Beneath the starry blue skies, We smiled and laughed and galloped our ignorance of the world away It was in the nakedness of the breeze that I learned to smile my soul away And I enjoyed it; A perfect peace And out of the blue came the fifty nine year-old weary man, Alhaji (FUSENI) His defective smile exposing his cola nut stained teeth With a keg of palm wine And a saddened cow in hand That moment, every joy I have known turned to ashes in my mouth The very ground on which I stood gave me up The warm uterus I knew turned cold The strong arms that protected me slipped off Like garbage, I was disposed, abandoned, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8699,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[105,424],"class_list":["post-8698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","tag-dry","tag-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8698"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8702,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8698\/revisions\/8702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8699"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.stephaniedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nUnder the silvery stare of the moon,
\nThe children sat to listen to soul refreshing tales
\nBeneath the starry blue skies,
\nWe smiled and laughed and galloped our ignorance of the world away
\nIt was in the nakedness of the breeze that I learned to smile my soul away
\nAnd I enjoyed it; A perfect peace
\nAnd out of the blue came the fifty nine year-old weary man, Alhaji (FUSENI)
\nHis defective smile exposing his cola nut stained teeth
\nWith a keg of palm wine
\nAnd a saddened cow in hand
\nThat moment, every joy I have known turned to ashes in my mouth
\nThe very ground on which I stood gave me up
\nThe warm uterus I knew turned cold
\nThe strong arms that protected me slipped off
\nLike garbage, I was disposed, abandoned, rejected,
\nThat night, my guardian had darkness for a smile
\nMy innocence forced out of my being
\nI had tears for supper that night,
\nThat devastating, dismantling, smashing, shattering night,
\nThe stain on my body could not be cleansed
\nI battled with unknown demons he possessed
\nAnd as if by magic, he planted his seed
\nOn my tiny piece of fertile land
\nI sat helplessly. watching my innocence slip away from me
\nIn the glare of the sun
\nThe moments I spent with my friends
\nCrushing right in front of me
\nI am just a child but you snatched my childhood
\nYou stole my joy
\nYou murdered my happiness
\nYou strangled my future right before my eyes<\/p>\n
\nYou tortured
\nWhen the seed you planted in me withered and died,
\nYou called me a witch
\nYou stole my joy, you murdered my happiness
\nYou strangled my future right before my eyes<\/p>\n