By Silibaziso S K Chuka
In that long black dress
Bereaved at the loss of her child
The one they say she has eaten,
Yet, she carried him ten months in her womb..
Maybe it’s these black dresses, she
At twelve years to her father's age-mate she was given,
In that little black dress they called her
"The family saviour"
As to the slaughter she was led...
Vividly it comes back to her,
How in that black lace like dress
Her father-in-law harvested her in the name of culture.
All her life in that black dress which shifts forms each time.
Calamity has always befallen her.
Now she weeps; the lost chance to happiness she thought
For once she would have had...