GRIOTS REPUBLIC - An Urban Black Travel Mag - Jan 2016
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The morning<br />
after my marriage<br />
was consummated<br />
I didn't feel like it<br />
was something<br />
to celebrate.<br />
A shy smile sneaked from the side<br />
of the clay brick structure. A round<br />
and flawless deep brown face with<br />
mischievous eyes that squinted<br />
whenever she laughed at my<br />
broken attempts at Nyanja. She<br />
held hands with a little boy,<br />
barefoot and eager to run with the<br />
other little children in the distance.<br />
He tugged on her arm and she<br />
finally let him go. She told me his<br />
name was Jacob.<br />
“Is that your brother?” I asked.<br />
Her eyes squinted and she laughed<br />
again. “No, he is mine.”<br />
<strong>An</strong>d then it was over. When she<br />
turned, I saw the baby- a lump<br />
beneath red, orange and yellow<br />
printed chitenge material. It was<br />
asleep and all that peeked from the<br />
cloth was a tuft of kinky hair. The<br />
girl I took for an older sister,<br />
somebody’s daughter, dutifully<br />
caring for her siblings was in fact a<br />
wife and second time mother, at 16.<br />
This was my introduction to child<br />
marriage, 568 kilometers from<br />
Zambia’s capital city of Lusaka. I<br />
was at the end of a seemingly<br />
endless stretch of dry, brown road<br />
that took me to Luangeni village in<br />
Eastern Province’s Chipata District.<br />
It is rural, with clusters of mud<br />
brick, thatch-roof homes spread<br />
out between kilometers of miombo<br />
and acacia trees..