VUKA MAMA

 

Inspired by what I see, anguished by what I have heard.

The pain I have felt a thought I never imagined sharing.

Dignity I have lost.

That pride I will never regain.

My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”

I am awake but where do I go?

 

Born into the world, mimicking my first tears on this earth as an infant.

Little did I know that those tears would be engraved for eternity.

Should I be drowning in sorrow?

Should I be living this life I am living?

My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”

I am awake but where do I go?

 

I thought I had found the right path,

The pathway to the happiness I was longing for.

Out of an abusive past, I found myself in a new home.

A home I could call home

A home christened with love and happiness

Phew…

A sigh of relief as I unconsciously wondered.

My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”

I am awake, but where do I go?

 

Here I was once again.

Living in fear, fear of the new life I never chose to live

Bang bang…

That pondering noise shook the dry grass ceiling of my thatched hut.

I unhooked the first wooden hook,

The second wench and third chain,

That landed me on the ground.

My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”

I am awake, but where do I go?

 

Oyee…

My husband made his presence known to my company of pots and pans.

His breath paralyzed by the strong smell of our local brew.

I was still recovering from the bruises and aches from the previous night

Helping myself up, I saw the anguish in his eyes

Could this be the day I rest in peace at long last?

My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama”

I am awake, but where do I go?

 

I laid there unconscious as a result of his nightly rituals

Caught in between my life and a better afterlife

I remained floating as I heard women signing.

Vuka mama, vuka mama, awake woman

Vuka mama, vuka mama, awake woman.

The sixth sense I choose to ignore had finally given up on me.

“Vuka mama” they sang.

 

I am now awake in spirit, but it is too late now,

as I stand over my lifeless body.

“Vuka mama, asambeni ekaya” they sang.

 

Written: 03/06/2011

 

 

 

 

 

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