I dream of a world where world where no girl’s right to education is treated as optional, unimportant or contingent on resources.
I don’t know whether to call him my teacher
Or Monica’s husband
Or Prisca’s sugar daddy
In 3A1 he kissed Teclar
In 4A1 he impregnated Daizy
In 2A2 he fondled Lucia’s breasts
In his storeroom I can’ t say
Only the books are witnesses
I do not know whether to call him
My teacher , cheater, lover boy, abuser or user
Where do you stand, cheater?
Poem by a Zimbabwean schoolgirl
