LET US FIGHT

He is a man born of a woman!

He has an unquenchable desire to conquer.

He believes he was born with the right to rule.

Yet he is fragile and he runs from hunting in the forest

His hands; unable to carry a gun, but can carry a stick.

His hands; unable to pull the trigger, but can hit a woman.

While real men discuss ways to keep a home, he prides himself with skills of battery.

While real men discussed the wars of conquest, he recounts woeful tales of defiling women.

While real men protects what they love, he destroyed the uniqueness of what made her a woman

AROGUNDADE
A man of unrivaled wisdom. He is the king's favorite among all his advisers, popular for his treachery and cons .
His devious schemes never failed, careful planning and good tactics has brought kingdoms to knees through his help, for his strength lies in his quick reasoning.
I, at times, wonder why the gods bless the bad ones with the best gifts.

The villagers expected a full bodied man like himself  to be a master in the very act of battles, yet guns in his hands were useless, for he is a man of wits and not of battles .

Handsome in his own right with; his body as majestic like that of the Iroko; his skin flawless, indicating a sign of constant use of O̔sun; and brown eyes like the rest of us .

His beauty alone attracted the most beautiful women, not considering that he is a man of affluence, with wisdom from the gods and riches from wages earned from his enterprise.

Yet, I ponder why a man that majestic, a desire of many women, one who was the envy of other men, who had blessings in abundance, could derive joy from causing pains?

Millions of women are no longer virgins. The faces of pretty damsels have been reconstructed with battery as he wouldn’t do the right thing by asking for their hand in marriage. Rather, he rapes them, treats them like slaves, rip love out of their hearts, in turn making them monsters like himself .

The king, who the people expected to be a place of refuge to take solace in, has become a demolished building where none can take solace within. Only the gods knows why the king constantly turns deaf ears to the cry of fathers who had Arogundade to thank for relegating the pride of their daughters to the dust and refusing to see the aftermath of the disgrace he had caused the women.

He wouldn’t keep his mouth shut either, and let her pain heal in peace. He would rather brag with his supporters, people who were shadows of the true definition of a man like himself. I, at times wonder why he hasn’t hired the town crier to help in further broadcasting his misdeeds!

Some say defiling women and beating them up are what the demons he served required, but I say 'damn the demons'.

I wonder at times if the gods were asleep for they wouldn’t bat an eyelid to any wrongdoing they witnessed.

Sango, the god of thunder, seems asleep to strike Arogundade dead.

Osun, the goddess of the river and protector of fertility and women, wouldn’t leave her banks and destroy his home with water either. But why blame them, when their representative on earth (the king) would not uphold the laws of the land and those few, who cry out for justice, are either shut up with death or frustration from a failed system of justice?

One would expect that with all his supposed wisdom and gained knowledge, he would come to understand the hidden and open effects of his actions, for it increases the sorrow of the community at large, as a bitter woman cannot be of help to her home; and that gradually destroys the community.

She can no longer take up her role of nurturer, lover and friend as required. She is filled with hate instead of love. How will a woman who has lost her confidence, teach her sons and daughter to own theirs? How will she think properly on putting her best to develop her community when sorrow is her inspiration?

From a heart of deep seated sorrow and horror, she trains her daughters to be wary of men ”Monsters they all her" she says, "kill them before they kill you”

The man who calls her 'Wife', the sons who call her 'Mother' or Father who calls her 'daughter' are robbed of sleep, for she becomes a stranger to them. Becoming either; an  extremist who every one terms a maniac; or one who withdraws always into her shell and everyone screams depressed; either of which is bad, for the very world is ruled on balance, which is why we are gifted with both the sun and the rain.

I sit down today and wonder what my society is turning into.

Wonder as the law makes a mockery of itself. How values are trodden under foot and the strong man is recognized by the amount of women he has defiled or maltreated. I cry out from the place of pain and rage with anger at the king who watches on as his kingdom is destroyed under his nose .

I watch in disdain and think of a lasting solution……………..It is time we changed things. Putting an end to sorrow.

My sisters!
I almost cry. Pick up arms and let the blade meant for cutting ugwu be hidden under our wrappers as we go to the stream

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"

However.

We will choose to apply wisdom
Let us unite as a force and fight for our dignity.

In unity, let us match to the Kings palace and change history by dethroning him while electing one who feels our pain

With the tenderness we are built with, let's help wipe the tears of our sisters that have fallen as Arogundade's prey

Since the system of justice has failed us, let us set new rules that will protect us.

Let us walk in groups and not live in isolation, for our numbers are more than his.

Let us make history by demanding for what is right.