Performing my morning rituals;
In an African home
A duty for every African child;
sweeping the surrounding
as a teenager;
a innocent teenager
My mother sitting outside
preparing for the market
suddenly approached;
approached by shock
seeing a blood;
a blood on my skirt;
mother happy
saying;
“ You are a woman now”
Two nights approached ;
a suitor old ;
enough to be my father
with yams and cassavas;
plantains and goats
Kegs of palm wines
Shocked to hear;
He wants my hand in marriage
Out of foolishness;
my mother accepts
Now sold out;
Sold out to a chief;
My first night;
My worst night
He forced me
From blood to bed