#ØRAPABILITY!

Trauma Street
Vulnerability Lane
Fear Zone.
 
Dear Olodumare,
 
I am not fine.
I am robbed daily.
I am oppressed.
I am repressed.
I am suppressed.
Persecuted.
Murdered.
Traumatised.
Everyday!
Every time!
Everywhere!
 
I am that orange
That beautifies the cottage garden
That sends out soothing fragrance in my bloom
That gives hope in my flowering
That offers sweetness in my collection.
In return,
I am hunted. Audaciously. Surreptitiously. Mischievously. Hypocritically. Consciencelessly.
I am violently plucked.
I am vigorously devoured.
I am mindlessly torn into pieces.
I am listlessly trashed – used and abused garbage on their dunghills.
Physically brutalised.
Emotionally immobilised.
Mentally destabilised.
Socially stigmatised
Optimally victimised.
 
Dear Olodumare,
I have one plea;
One urgent plea;
One very urgent plea;
Just one very urgent plea!
Save me.
Shield me.
Deliver me
From this constant vulnerability
Lord, from this demonic judgement
Interrupting the metamorphosis of my femininity
Dear Olodumare,
MAKE ME *UNRAPABLE.
 
I am that innocent infant
That rootstock with no outstanding form or figure
Female only for the matron’s announcement
Human for my constant demand for gregariousness.
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am that happy-go-lucky one,
That tender plant prepping for the flowering stage,
Obviously feminine for making the soup of leaves,
Subconsciously female for attending cloth-made baby.
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am that bloom of the teen age,
That flowering phase of a conscious femininity,
Now enduring the biting pains on my shooting nipples,
And the rumblings heralding cycles and years in my tummy.
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am that well-endowed and inviting cream of the crop;
I am that orange in the curd phase of life,
Decked with succulent breasts,
And skin like fish, the waist like eight, the hips like ball.
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am that ready and prepared virtue,
Glowing in fattening and collection,
Totally hooked and loving my man,
Committedly mothering all of my children.
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am that menopausal woman
Moving and travelling down the lane of age
Seeking refuge from hotness in the coolest of time
Gradually resigning to the fate of slipping slip.
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am that mother of nations
Already in old age and resting from the throbs of penis
Sincerely regaling in the joy of fruit round my table.
Desperately hoping for health and strength
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
I am the mummy stretched out and wrapped up,
Permanently formalinised from the ups and the downs,
Patiently awaiting to lie on the bed of Nature.
Already perceiving the smell of dust in dust
However,
Olodumare,
You must blind them from seeing me.
You must paralyse them from touching me.
You must fortify me with the walls of fire.
You must shield me from their invasions.
You must make me unrapable.
 
Olodumare,
Will you not attend to your traumatised daughter?
Will you not pity my vulnerability?
Will you not save me from this crime of femaleness?
Will you not answer me speedily as I wait patiently?
Will you not hear?
Will you not save?
Will you not…?
 
I wait.
I always shall wait.