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Child marriage is rampant in Africa because of some factors like poverty. Parents push their daughters into an early marriage to make sure the financial security and protection.

These girls being naïve without proper knowledge of what marriage is all about becomes a burden, still trying to balance their teenage hobbies and handling a man can be mentally frustrating, taking care of these girls are expensive for example clothing, feeding and educating these girls.

For thousands of years, millions of Nigerian girls have been told they belong to the Kitchen and ‘the other room.’ Girls as young as 9 years have been pulled out of school, and introduced to men often double their age, as their husbands.

Obviously, the aftermath is disastrous. In addition, Nigeria is predominantly a patriarchs society, making it extremely difficult for girls to acquire secondary or tertiary education, or aspire for high positions in government or the corporate sector.

We are trying to educate the girl child, the life of a strong black girl is reaching out to a dystopia Nigeria today, we are calling and appealing to parents to stop giving their daughters out at a very early age into marriage.

Despite international agreements and national laws, the marriage of girls 18 years of age is common worldwide and affects millions. Child marriage is a human rights violation that prevents girls from obtaining their education, enjoying optimal health, bonding with others their own age, maturing, and ultimately choosing their own life partners.

Child marriage is driven by poverty and has many effects on a girl’s health. Increased risk for sexually transmitted diseases, cervical cancer, malaria, death during childbirth, and obstetrics fistula. Girls’ offspring are at increased risk for premature birth and death as neonatal, infants, or children. To stop child marriage, policies and programs must educate communities,
raise awareness, engage local and religious leaders, involve parents, and empower girls through education and employment.

Keyword: Child marriage, early marriage, maternal mortality, HIV/AIDS, fistula, perspective
Awareness of reproductive health issues in developing nations are growing. Critical issues are the high prevalence of HIV/AIDS among young people, childbearing by young girls, which can lead to obstetrics fistulas and death of the mother and child.

Child marriage, defined as the marriage of a child 18 years of age is an ancient, worldwide custom. Other terms applied to child marriage include “early marriage” and “child brides.” Early marriage is vague and does not necessarily refer to children. Moreover, what is early for one person may be late for another.

Child bride seems to glorify the process, implying a celebration and a bride who is happy to start a loving union with her spouse. But for the most part, girl brides do not know—and may have never met—their groom.

In 2002, 52 million girls 18 years of age were
married. With 25,000 girls 18 years being married each day, an estimated 100 million will be married by 2012 ( 1). Child marriages occur most often in South Asia, where 48% of women aged 15–24 have
been married before the age of 18, these figures are 42% for Africa and 29% for Latin America and the Caribbean.

According to some research and speeches made by other consecutive, child marriage decreases a girl’s development by resulting in early pregnancy and social isolation. It interrupts her education, limiting her opportunities for career and vocational advancement, placing her at increased risk of domestic violence, and exposing her to live threatening illnesses.

Some of the key ailments child brides are exposed to include Vesicovaginal fistula (VVF), Anaemia, High Blood Pressure (HBP), Premature Birth, Malnutrition, Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs) and Postpartum depression (PPD), and even suicide.

However It’s sad that the highest rates of child marriage across the globe, 17 are African countries, and Nigeria ranks at number 11. In neighboring West African country, Niger, 76% of girls are married before the age of 18, while in the Central African Republic the figure stands at 68%.

In Nigeria, child marriage has ancient cultural, religious and economic ties. It is believed that girls who marry after the age of 18 can become promiscuous, while other families give out their daughters to escape poverty.

Life of a strong black girl is creating a community and we are joining a thousand voices to say a big NO to Child bride, our parents should stop ruining our lives at a very young age.

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Written by EMERIE EBUBE

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Life of a Lagos Single Sister (Endless Search)

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Life of a Lagos Single Sister

Endless Search…

Fast forward tertiary education and boom! Life happened! Like an unprepared Contestant at a beauty Pageant, you find yourself single and confused.

Everyone appears to be making it, while you barely exist. Everyone applauds your youth but that seems to be your only major achievement- young graduate.

‘You are young and bright. You have the energy, time and resources at your disposal. Give life your best…’- This and many more, they tell you but you are tired of such sermons.

You reach out to people, those you think can help but rather than highlight pointers for you, they make life a whole lot difficult-

‘Ah, my dear, this life is not easy o. You have to fight to win. Just keep doing the ‘right things’, I trust you. You’ll Make it.’

😢😢😢

You are not too excited because that was not why you reached out in the first place.

Well, it is what it is. You try to be rational and explain away the responses you got. You tell yourself-

‘Uncle tszhhytbhytne probably has a lot on his mind. He is probably too busy. I shouldn’t blame him.’

You are back to your initial search and struggle for your life’s essence. You invest in your mental development and work yourself out.

You want to be self made – or so you think. You work, work and work some more.

It’s 10:00pm and you are still on your way home. It has become a daily routine. You are tired but you know you mustn’t give up. You reminisce on your days activities and you are not satisfied with all you had achieved.

You sigh, it’s another night. You promise yourself to push yourself harder the next day.

You close your eyes. You soak in your environment and breathe- You never cease to Breathe…

‘This too shall pass,
This too shall pass,
This too shall pass…’

This has become your life- Yes, you- the Lagos Single Sister…

Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi

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FIREBURST WINNER

FIREBURST WINNER

 

All stories do come to an end.

And so has FIREBURST.

The 3 weeks long duel which kicked started with 16 writers have pulled the curtain with one champion emerging tops.

A hearty congrats to Mercy Adeniyi for an admirable performance.

We also congratulate all other participants
Coxson Ibinabo Benedicta, Sonia Ayisa, Amara Chidinma Ezediniru, Vicky Bon Uzuazor, Adebisi Temidayo, Innocent Chikweremundu, Mazi Chikelu Chino, Raphael Francis, Chinedu Nzere, Azubogu Ogochukwu, Ahanonu Christian, Adekunle Adeniyi, Ayomipo Ademilusi, Choolwe Writes.

You are all winners.

Gratitude to the impartial judges: Robert Cook(U.S.A), Gloria Ogo(NIGERIA), Ikechukwu Ndibe(NIGERIA)

Organicarticle is a platform that aims to promote education and the reading culture in Africa and Globally. it is an African story blog that accepts writers to display their writing skills too

 

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For a battle which began with 16 players, today these two pen wielders will draw the curtain with the most rugged of all in the streets.

Let the best lady or man WIN with your votes

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A 400-word story …based off the picture below and titled: Through her eyesTHE FINAL DUEL www.organicarticle.com
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STORY 1.

Through Her Eyes…

Ignorance…

‘You are despicable, devilish and I curse the day I met you!. I’ve known no peace ever since you came into my life! It’s trouble today and unrest tomorrow! I pray you rot in hell because that’s where the likes of you deserve to live for the rest of your miserable life!.’

He stormed out of the room, angry.

If only he knew why his wife acted the way she did. But how would he? How could anyone see Jasmine for who she was? Everyone was eager to judge but no one was willing to wear the shoes of another.

It is he who wears the shoes that know where it hurts the most. They didn’t care to know and the more she tried to show them, the more they caused her to drown. She had to leave. She picked a few things in the house and walked away from everything she hangs on to for strength. She had to let go…

Jade couldn’t believe his eyes when he got back home. Jasmine left the house with no message or notice of her whereabouts. This lady had messed up his life already, why did she want to hurt him again this night by leaving without a word as to where? Well, she’ll come back to her senses and come back home.

Three days and nothing was heard from Jasmine, she didn’t come back. Jade began to lose it. The police got involved and the search for Jasmine began.

Jade regretted his actions. He had constantly abused his wife emotionally. He thought to exert himself and showing her he was the boss was making a statement as the head of the home. For five years, he berated his wife – the supposed love of his life. Over time, he became the god in the home, while she was nothing but an object- a piece of property. But now, things were changing and he was willing to trade anything just to have her back.

On the fourth day of the search, he was arranging Jasmine’s room when he stumbled on a collection of books – Jasmine’s diary. His discovery was going to change his perspective and he was going to regret treating his wife the way he did.

He saw what life was for his wife for the very first time through her diary.

He collapsed.

The discovery killed him…

 

STORY 2.

Through Her Eyes…

1. In your face, I see an epiphany, though the wrinkles are deep. In your eyes that were once a dome of exuberant flashes, are flickers; they fly and flounder. Because they have seen the colour of broken dreams; because they know the bite of salted tears.

You are Mama, whenever I become afraid, I raise a lamp to your face and through your aged eyes, I see love.

2. ‘Nwanyi Crayfish!’

It made me cringe. To know that you would return every day with the smell of crayfish filling the little spaces of our impoverished room. It filled me with dread to hear my teacher say, ‘Nnanna, your mother is coming.’

And I carried this shame to the university. The day you came knocking at Lemon lodge, probably with ukwa and Mangala (my favourite). I took the other door and left you in the rain. Because I was afraid that my mates would know, that the boy who wore elegant suits and spoke impeccable English was the ordinary son of an ordinary crayfish seller.

3. ‘Everyday one wrapper, tufiakwa’

I never knew how deep those words cut you but I said them. I remember. I remember that you stood still for a minute and then ran into the house. I thought you went for a cane or something until I heard your cry, loud and spasmodic—the ululation of bitterness; it must have felt like losing a child.

4. ‘If papa was here’

I wish you had called me a fool the night I opened my shit eating mouth to say that. I was foolish not to see that you were the gentle river that ran deep.

I spent my eighteenth birthday inside the cell of CPS Onitsha.

I was in a cramped room, with other boys who smoked marijuana and some others who rolled dice for money. They came and bundled us into their Black Maria. I thought I would die.

But Mama came. They said that you made a bed with your wrapper and cried like a mad woman. They said that you rolled in the dirt and would go nowhere. They said that you were screaming, ‘I am a widow! He is the only thing I have left.’

So they let me go. That night you nursed my bruises with a piece of cloth and hot water. And I slept in your arms like a day old.

5. Mama

In your face, I see a web of silver yarns. Your skin is hanging loose and your back is bent. What is left of your gaunt frame is a bunch of bones stuck in an ebbing flesh.

But you are no longer the woman I despised. When I look through your eyes, the only thing I see is the spirit of a kindred, warm and luminous; full of the love that will remain long after you are gone.

 

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