International Women’s Day : The Spacecraft they do not belong…
On the occasion, our teacher Mrs Ngnasoke wrote a beautiful poem in which she pays a tribute to those "iron-mouthed angels" but also expresses her own emotions, hopes and aspirations
“The Spacecraft they do not belong…”
Once upon a time, a pink wave with an angry skirt on roared
So harsh, so brutal, so violent…
As no one dared listening to her claims, she grew huge thus delivered
Loads of pinkish, though passionate other tiny waves she begot
The King’s cart, Mama Wave first threw on
Houses they burnt, public spacecraft they broke
Hunger strike they went on
What the hell dared they risk their souls!
Co’z just hubbies and daddies’ property they were
Weak and feeble, pink and fragile
Good for porridge, pies and pudding
House chores caretakers, they were tagged
Then they roared, so powerful more waves they tossed
With Ms. Pankhurst as Mama…
After thousands deeds, did they lastly got “the thing”
Just the right to poll? Got it right! Just the mere suffrage
Which birthed dramatic brain damage? Don’t ask!
Force-fed to hide body damage? Won’t tell !
And next? Male pants were tagged stronger, smarter
More fit for “rights”, they thundered!
Thus, we worked, but yet they earned
Pinkish toiled and snared…
Bluish clinked and lengthened talks in pubs
Gosh! Second waves rose, resolute, forward they roared, even louder
Feymen-ists, we heard not just, but also did we see?
Strikes they stood, marches they marched
Speeches they summoned
What for? Pay same - they sounded!
Taboos they dared dress off, and named it “Made in Dagenham”
They argued, men astonished, marveled they henceforth joined
Waves kept roaring, that ship a halt needed