I stand with the girl child

So little is she;
She looks like she’s seated even when standing.
Because of how small she looks her voice is so tiny that it can’t be heard from afar.
She’s so innocent that you see her pureness shine from afar.
She is seen as an accident because she is called “weaker vessel”.
She is great in embryo.

She is “womanhood” in growth.

On that day giant feet stamped towards our door step,they hit the door so hard it felt like it was going to crumble. Dad having hid me and my sisters under the bed,went to unlock the doors bolt,before he even finished unlocking the door,the hand at the other side pushed the doors open with a loud ‘bourhhh’ sound! Dad ran back,mum was hiding behind him,all I could see were large Fulani-like boots.

“Where are your daughters”? They asked. Daddy replied ‘sir?’ “Are you deaf?” I said “Your daughters!”

Mum struggling to answer said “We were trying to help them escape then they got shot” she was sobbing profusely,His Fulani-like boot kicked her to the other side of the room shouting “Stupid woman”!

Dad was shivering the more,immediately I heard a gunshot,then they stormed out of our house.

*****

I stand for her,

The “She” that sheds blood as tear,

And cries silently and swiftly as the world wants her to.

The “She” that has lost her pride,

To even know what it means to have dignity.

The “She” with one colour in different shades.

I am for that she,in whatever country or place she is.

I am for the girl child.

I stand for the girl child