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By kamshinen Obadiah
Dear plateau girls,

We woke up in the dead of the night to the staggering steps of our fathers, as the return home drunk,
We grew up to see our uncles with potbellies and the constant beating of their wives,
We were force on errands to buy cigarettes for our elder brothers, but Neva our mothers, Neva our sisters!!! Now our mothers return home their breath smelling of alcohol, our sisters ? Weed addicts, their purses full of gin,
And I ask yet again what when wrong, what happened to the fairest of them all on the plateau? What happened to the virtuous women we had?
What happened mother?
What happened?