Knowledge is Crucial

28years ago, a young hardworking father was angry, very angry at his beautiful wife, the mother of his 3 months old child. This woman will not take care of her baby, she was not a good nursing mother.

The man reported his wife's action to her family. Her father scolded her for being a callous mother, Àṣàkẹ́ her mother begged her to change her ways. However, Àdùnní did not change her ways.

One day, she left her home, abandoned her baby and husband. She lost her mind. What a pathetic situation.

The Clergyman man pronounced her a Witch being punished by the God. Àdùnní Adé roamed the street in her ragged cloth like a stray dog that couldn't hear the whistle of its owner. She was out of her mind!

No one showed pity to the woman that a supposed mouth piece of God had declared a Witch. In this town, it's a cultural belief that women who run mad are witches that got struck by the judgement of God.

Àdùnní met with the wrath of the mob few months into her madness. She grabbed a bread that she didn't pay for to quench her hunger that evening. And the mob rewarded her with death by lynching.

After all, suffer not a Witch to live.

Ìyáàmi Àdùnní ọmọ Àṣàkẹ́
Ọmọ ají fi ọjọ́ gbogbo rẹwà
Ọmọ tó dùn lọ́bẹ̀ bí iyọ̀
Ọmọ bí o bà fẹ́mi yùn mí nù
Bí o bá yùn mí nù ńkọ́?
Kí o tó délé,
Akanni méje àti àgùntàn méje
Yíò ti wà lábà bàbá mi
(My mother Adunni the daughter of Asake
A child who wakes up every morning in beauty
She is sweet in soup like salt
A Child like: "If you don't want me, leave me"
What happens if you leave me?
Well, before you get home,
Seven suitable men with seven cows
Will be at my father's house asking to marry me.)

Now I know better, as a young medical doctor, you only suffered from Postpartum psychosis. My beautiful mother was neglected by my father, grannies and the society because of gross ignorance. Still, I forgive them.

If they'd know better, they'd act better.
I will let the world know that for the price you pay Àdùnní, knowledge is crucial.

You're proud of me now, I know.
Àdùnní, just like everyday I remember you.
Goodbye.

© FERT, 2017

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