MY VOICE MY FUTURE


On October 11th 2020, International day of the girl child named her theme "My Voice, Equals my Future."


This brings to mind what a famous American writer Rebecca Solnit said; " Silence and Powerlessness goes hand in hand - women's voice must be heard."

Our voice are essential aspect of our humanity. To be rendered voiceless is to be dehumanized or excluded from one's humanity.

Nowadays, crimes like child marriage, rape, abusive relationship, domestic violence, molestation etc are seen as normal event that occurs in a society.

It has gotten to point that such crimes are been hidden by victims and family members to avoid shame. Cos, even if it is voiced out, justice wouldn't be done.

Silence is what allows people to suffer without recourse, what allows hypocrisies and lies to grow and flourish, crimes to go unpunished.

Therefore, giving voice to voiceless girl,putting an end to silence  isn't  justice itself.  For it is one thing to speak, it is another to be heard, it is also another thing to respond and there is also something called result.

Notably, this act of abuse isn't something to pretend about. It remains a pity that respected people in the society and even in the church engaged in such crimes - something they will never wish for their children and siblings.

It will shock you to know that, we are most perpetrator of these crimes. We do this by committing the crimes ourselves or covering up a crimes or being non-chalant to the happenings in the society.

This is why, girl child education is very important to secure a better future for ourselves and generations to come on girl child right.

Conclusively, it remains a fact that just being able to speak, to be heard, to be believed are crucial parts of membership in a family, community and a society.
#proudly_girlie
#proudly_Izon_tubou
#proudly_young_woman
#proudly_future___bride
#proudly_future_mother
               
                Scholastica's pen ✍️

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

KING KATOR: Keep Kinging

Image
Nobody calls him by his real name anymore — even he sometimes forgets it. He goes by Kator now. A name his guy gave him after they watched that Nigerian film “A Lagos Love Story.” Mad film, by the way. 10/10 recommend if your heart still beats for woman matter. But this isn't one of those motivational stories where a guy gets heartbroken, starts going to the gym, builds six-packs, and becomes a millionaire in six months. Omo, forget that Instagram nonsense ( you didn't hear that from me) This one is real. This one is Kator’s story. Born and raised in the hood somewhere deep in Delta State. The kind of place where NEPA light is a blessing, and gunshots don’t always mean it's Christmas. Kator is in his early twenties, working a 9–5 in Lagos. Corporate job, yes, but salary? E go shock you. After tax, he dey look his account like, “Is this life or life support?” But he has dreams, real ones......Multiple streams of income, peace of mind, and one day — to be the kind of father ...
Read more

KING KATOR: Keep Kinging Part 2 ( A SESSION WITH QUEST)

Image
“ So, Kator, ” I said gently, “ just tell me a bit about her. Quest .” He rubbed his palms together. “ She’s a student.” I blinked '' A student?'' “ Yes. Dentistry and Dental Surgery, Ebonyi State University. ” I nodded slowly. Not because it explained everything — but because it explained something. '' so, you entered something serious with someone who's literally buried between preclinicals & clinicals, struggling to survive dental school stress? Probably thinking of surviving tomorrow's test, not some unknown future."   He didn't reply. I wasn’t judging. I just knew what pressure felt like. And sometimes, people don’t walk away from love — they walk away from timing. That was when the professional in me kicked in, I knew I had to speak to her-- not as Kator's friend or ghostwriter, but as someone who understood pressure, detachment, and emotional timing... I needed to hear Quest’s side — not for gossip… for balance. Thats why I'm ...
Read more

THE WALLS OF THE HOSPITAL

Image
I read an article last week that said,                                                                                                                   " The walls of the hospital have heard more sincere prayers than the walls of the church."               At first, it struck me as strange — almost irreverent. But the more I thought about it, the more truth I found in that simple, powerful line. Hospitals are not just places of medicine and surgery. They are sacred grounds where human beings — stripped of all pretense — face the rawest parts of themselves. Here, there is no pretending. No performance. Only the trembling heart meeting the mystery of life and ...
Read more