Psst🙊 i haven't gotten the hang of posting from my tablet yet so at the bottom of the post something odd is happening with my signature from my email sent here. (IGNORE).
I sat down to write something for my fellowship group last night but I could not because of what I read about early yesterday morning. I'm sure you've also read or heard about the #8yearoldbride who died on her #wedding night in #Yemen from internal injuries. Some people can read these things and move on after a tsk or two. Not me, it sits with me. It chews me up. I couldn't even eat yesterday. Every time I looked at my 7 year old my mind got more horrified and bewildered.
|Read her story|
To you: Yemen's maiden child
PS! There's a little line in this poem I've used as a tribute to an up and coming Nigerian writer who based hislatest novel on the child trafficking practice in Nigeria which recruits children for the sex trade and child labour market. Book title: WITHOUT A VOICE.