WOMAN OF THE SAHARA

 
Born into a life
Strongly built with the bricks
Of customs and religion.
Barricaded inside those walls
From the beautiful colourful world.

Growing within those walls,
Eating Tuwo and Miyan Toushe
With your beautiful long fingers
Until you are married
Away without your consent.

Beautiful like a goddess
But locked up again in high walls
In your husband’s compound again
Buried away in marriage
To produce children only.

There is a smile on your face
Woman of the Sahara
But there is a suppressed cry
For freedom in your eyes.

How come you are missing liberty?
Or have birds been whispering
Silently of the South?