Abla nari. A voluptuous woman. A woman in prime child-bearing years.
Her breasts inspire lust; her breasts can feed a brood of hungry children. Her slender waist and full hips can sway seductively, even with a child balanced on them.
A woman who men covert, a woman who men want to possess. A woman who’s chastity is preserved by keeping her locked away.
Why should a woman be subject to such contradictions? Why can’t she be just a person? Does she have to be an object of desire, or a subject of subjugation?
Abla nari, will you ever break free?