Woman Of The Sahara Poem by Divine Idiong

Born into a life
Strongly built with the bricks
Of customs and religion.
Barricaded inside those walls
From the beauty and colour
Of this world
Growing within those walls,
Eating Tuwo and Miyan Toushe
With you 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 to you of the South?