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This was the courtyard of her childhood
Where work and play intertwined...
A childhood spent hopping from square to square.
In a home, that will never be hers.
Hot, lazy summer afternoons were filled with play.
Games transforming her childhood home, into a magical world.
It's sheltering verandah embraced her but will soon let her go...
but will she ever have a right to this home?
Soon... the men would make their way to the cities.
Leaving the women behind...
...on this land that they can never claim as their own.
Wedding pictures can be deceitful.
But they cannot hide the pain
of the day she lost her rights to her ancestral home.
Her father's home and now her husband's land are all she has known.
The walls of her childhood, replaced by the walls of her husband's home.
A home she has built, in a house she may never own.
Every morning, every day, she tills, she sows.
As her family grows.... new memories are born.
And with every drop of her sweat that flows
she nurtures... new lives.
Not many women can call land their own.
It is for us to ensure
our women have a right
to their home.