The Great Son

“A Destitute man with three Sons
Is to be prosperous.
But an opulent man with a daughter is
Rather in misery.”
That’s how they sang
My ancestor, he said.
Oh! how foolish I thought
Demeaning your own mother.
Have they forgotten
How they were born and nurture?

Your mother was once a daughter too.
Indeed all mother was once a daughter.
Man must be awfully desperate for a son.
I wonder why ?
To fight among his brothers or
To carry on the line of descent
What is it?
The former destroys the harmony
Of his own land.
And if it is the latter,
Why can’t a daughter not be one?

To honor a man consciously
But obliquely disregard a woman.
A culture that was normalize from genesis.
A Father with “no Son”
Has “no say” among his brothers.
They belittle him.
Man disregarding man
For not having another man.
“How funny is that? ” I laughed.

There is no doubt,
Human are compelled with preferences
And to choose a son is no sin,
But killing a daughter is.
Of course they kill her not by blood
But rather displaying “the misery” of her existence.
Degrading her virtue and mocking her ability.
And in the fullness of time
“A Father choose to be proud of his son rather than loving his daughter”.
No, they didn’t say out loud
But “the misery” of a father scream loudest.
And all she yearn for
Is to be worthy of her existence.

Besa