I crave biscuits at 12 am
A new day so I wore my fallen bonnet
I pushed my tampon deeper while heavy blood came down as I drank water
A reminder that I am a woman
The vigilante came at 12 am
My blood swayed and hit
I sneezed and more blood came out
I hear myself say to myself you are doomed- you are a woman
Dogs will bark and I will eat from a yellow bag.
Consistency is the key to everything, even glowing skin
I bath my hair with water to retain moisture
Afro hair is a struggle, it’s our curse
Men make you pissed every day,
but you have to be there for the next girl who can’t process anything
Wisdom is patience, waiting too long is stupidity
A man wears a pad to mimic a woman’s struggles on Twitter
He does not know the pain of the guitar and the guitar player
Biscuits taste better when it’s mixed with tears and social media
A lady cries for her mother, family and business
The guitarist knows the pain after every play
Let me live through this day I prayed-
I’m exhausted, she said.
Pain is pain and you better get used to it
The guitarist checks his hands after each play.
His audience is entertained so he doesn’t care
About pain or bruises- Family or losses,
For the joy of the play is better than anything.
A woman is assaulted every day in Nigeria, in an Uber or a Taxify
Buy pepper spray, and use it in case they signify that they are misogynistic or rapists.
Don’t be terrified, spray it in their face don’t miss it
A Nigerian woman is doomed eternally, the men here behave abnormally
They only try to block the fight for my human rights.
You talk so much about feminism they say
Men are raped too, not only women
so check the algorithm!