MY WORLD OF TRUTH

                   The Woman Behind The Walls.

  Her heart bleeds, her soul weeps and the smile on her face is gradually fading away. The society has taken away her innocence; her mind is being invaded and degraded. Her dreams are stolen and killed right before her eyes, the price left to pay is that of fate, if it is the only thing left for her to face.
No one wants to look beyond what she carries outside, the people around her judge her by how she looks and how much she can please some selfish mortals. So many barriers to cross, many hurdles to jump, many truth to face and so many pains to harbour inside. Her story starts not today, but right from the very day her identity was revealed to the crazy world to see. Her society sees no reason to show her respect and love, the environment just glorifies her sexuality as if that is the only thing she carries.
Right there behind those walls lies strength, love, a good heart, a leader, a real and natural soldier and a giver of everything that means something. Who really is to blame, because she never predetermined to be who she is, neither can she question nature but she also must fight for her future. Her religion most times places a block in her way, it pushes her down the chain or ladder of relevance, her right is taken from her right from the day she took her first breath. Is that not the height of pain and cruelty?
At the other end, the society is waiting patiently to exploit her for her beauty, for her loving nature, her sweet heart and her womanly body. They never see what she carries up there in her huge brain, they never take time to understand where she is coming from and the challenges that the environment throws in her way. Her thought is even translated and interpreted before it finds expression, even in depression they wait for her to always satisfy the selfish and wicked society she finds herself.

Who really is this woman, what part of the globe is she, because she must be facing a lot. Right beyond those mirage and camouflage of smiles and laughter she wallows in pain, shame, regrets, wishes, a need for a voice and a right to be free from deep within. Never should her steps be subjected to the scrutiny of her society, religion, cultural background and environment. Never should her emotions and dreams be at the mercy of some group of people. Yes I said it, quote me and probe me, but the truth is this African woman/girl, this Nigerian woman/girl must be set free from the shackles of history, culture, religion and gender oppression.