{"id":3477,"date":"2025-12-05T10:44:28","date_gmt":"2025-12-05T10:44:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=3477"},"modified":"2025-12-05T10:44:31","modified_gmt":"2025-12-05T10:44:31","slug":"africa-is-loud-and-silent-on-painful-cases","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/africa-is-loud-and-silent-on-painful-cases\/","title":{"rendered":"AFRICA IS LOUD AND SILENT ON PAINFUL CASES"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

They say Africa is loud,
our drums, our laughter, our colors.
Yet when certain wounds appear,
the whole community is made quiet.
Pain is pushed under rugs,
and suffering is hidden in phrases like
\u201cHaya mambo ya familia.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Violence is kept close,
shielded by culture,
protected by silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A boy is molested by the house help,
but he is told he cannot be a victim.
His truth is turned into a joke,
and his pain is buried
before he even understands it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A girl is married off at fourteen,
her childhood traded away
in the name of honor.
Her dreams are folded into a suitcase
she is never allowed to open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A woman is forced into acts
her heart never agreed to,
but it is labeled \u201cmarriage.\u201d
Her boundaries are erased,
and her voice is pushed aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A man is slapped, insulted, belittled.
He is told to \u201cman up,\u201d
and so his pain is locked inside his chest
like a secret room
no one is allowed to enter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A house girl works from dawn to midnight.
Her tears are hidden behind other people\u2019s children.
Every mistake is blamed on her,
every sacrifice ignored,
domestic slavery disguised as employment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A widow\u2019s property is taken away,
her dignity stripped with it.
She is blamed for her husband\u2019s death
and punished simply for breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A disabled woman\u2019s consent is dismissed,
her boundaries stepped over
as if her body is not her own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Emotional wounds are brushed off
as \u201cmarriage issues.\u201d
The shouting, the threats, the belittling,
all treated like normal life.
Yet these cuts go the deepest,
because they bleed on the inside
where no one looks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Financial abuse is used as a rope
to tie someone down,
money turned into chains,
freedom turned into a privilege.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Digital violence creeps in quietly.
Hearts are broken through screens,
reputations destroyed in WhatsApp groups,
privacy stolen in the name of \u201cfun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is the violence nobody talks about.
The one laughed about.
The one normalized.
The one carried in silence
by people who pretend to be fine
because society tells them to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But silence is also violence.
Ignoring pain does not make it disappear,
it gives it room to grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So today, voices are raised.
Stories are allowed to breathe.
Shame is set down.
Truth is spoken out loud
because healing cannot happen
in the dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To every survivor, your pain is real,
Actually, your story matters,
Your voice deserves to be heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May strength be found in speaking.
May healing be found in truth.
And may a world be built
where no one is told
to suffer quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today,
we speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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