No condition is permanent,

The Gishu of Eastern Uganda circumcise males,

Days of dancing and jubilant singing lead to this.

Before the whole community, it’s locally done.

The knife used has seen a fair number of flesh.

Doubting it’s safety, your privacy is prohibited.

Recently, many have resorted to the hospital 

It’s safer, privacy at it’s maximum change.

“Our daughter is a virgin”

A common saying during the wedding ceremony.

That was ages back things have now changed.

Experience is the best teacher. The youth sing loudly.

No wonder teenage pregnancies on a terrible rise.

Some promiscuous men blame girls’ dressing-

Why move with everything on display, almost naked?

Gone are the days when girls were not heirs,

May such changes come up we are all one.

Though enforcement is still a bit in the past.

Atye lost her father, the will wasn’t read.

Her stepmother, a  well known “good Christian”,

Was behind it all, dead men tell no tales.

Poem Description

All over the world, change keeps occurring – ushering the new era. Some of the change is good, some is bad. Certain aspects of tradition have to be left in the past stone-age periods, and some of them can be carried forward for ages. In this day and age, with sophisticated science and better hospitals – safe circumcision in the hospital is the best way than dancing around villages and be paraded to be circumcised with an old knife. Virginity is as expensive as Bitcoin, especially for adult girls. Is that the new normal? Not really? Girls should be part of the inheritance – who dares say that ?