At this year’s Uganda National Students Association (UNSA) secondary school debate and public speaking championship, Angella Nakivumbi, a senior student at Seeta High School, wrote a powerful poem that captured the judges’ attention and won top honors.
The event, held at Holy Cross Lake View SSS, Wanyange at Jinja District showcased the talents of students from various schools, but Nakivumbi’s emotional and thought-provoking poem stood out.
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The poem, inspired by the theme “Marginalised Society,” focused on the harsh reality of men using women as mere sex objects.
Through her words, Nakivumbi vividly portrayed the struggles and exploitation faced by women, shedding light on a significant issue that resonated deeply with both the audience and the judges.
No matter their age, religious beliefs, physical challenges, or the hard work they do at home, men often demand and force women into having sex.
Nakivumbi pointed out that due to a lack of information about family planning, men press their wives into having many children, sometimes until it becomes too much for them to bear.
This poem, along with other activities like debating, helped Seeta Schools outperform other participants, with Sacred Heart-Gulu coming in second overall.
The debating team, led by Denise Zalwango, an S6 student, featured Martha Nafula of S4 and Edric Tumwa of S3.
Their debating skills were so impressive that the audience was left in silence as they tackled a topic on Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs).
Zalwango said it was a great experience and a valuable opportunity for socialising.
Gloria Nanyombi, the Seeta High School Patron of the Debating Club, expressed her gratitude to God for her team’s success.
Boniface Ssebukalu, the Headteacher encourages school leaders to support children in discovering and nurturing their talents.
DETAILED POEM
Dear artist of this beautiful and astonishing body, which made with so much love, made the curves with the last drop of the art in your arms.
Fix these horns of Africa that stand firmly on this perfect body. (Sighs)
Together with these images cherries that stand perfectly right below the slim and slender waist. (Sighs)
Making even the kings bow down in respect, you see you blessed me with this womb that carries an entire generation, the sweet fruit that lies between my tinder thighs making every man wanna chew, wanna test.
Ooh how beautiful you made this goddess, ooh how beautiful you made this queen. But you see, you see these Adams, these Adams, a tinny angry animals caged between their legs they love to chew on fruit. They love to feel my cherry. It doesn’t matter how loud I speak just so that they can satisfy their desires.
Mpako, mpako nawe, mpako byoterese wansi wa skirt yo, ate naawe toba mukodo. That’s the only language they understand, they love to beg with their eyes wide open, sliver dreiling out of their mouth. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter whether you’re ugly or beautiful, these animals will run after you, it doesn’t matter whether you’re ugly or beautiful, your beauty will never protect you.
These animals, these animals are so judgemental, they so confused, because, apparently, a Muslim woman who covers her beautiful hair, lapse the thunder thighs in a sharia is never descent enough to earn their respect and one who wears a short dress that paints her curves, is termed as a hoe, for they are the farmers, and she is the hoe.
These men, these men don’t respect these temples of God, for they term it as a sex pit because, apparently, sex is a basic need for men. Sex is a basic need for men once you feel tired or seek to open those legs, slaps and quicks will paint that pretty face of yours because the angry need to be fed. The angry need to be fed, they say.
As a teen, at the teen I watch my mother being battered by my father may be because she was too tired to seek to open the legs but Ssalongo had to have the meal. Ssalongo had to have the meal whether she was tired or not.
My father was so ignorant about family planning, contraceptives! What is that, Ssalongo has to earn the title my mother gave birth like a rabbit year in and year out. It never mattered, I watched her take her last breath at baby number thirteen, we couldn’t afford the basic midwife to take care of her, her womb was too weak to carry another baby.
I swore, I swore never to let any woman go through the same situation because these bodies are temples of God, they need to be kept clean. It carries an entire generation.
I prayed I prayed for men like my father to learn how to control those tinny animals between their legs and respect my body because my body is a temple of the Lord.
Thanks.
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