Diane Vogel Ferri is a teacher, poet and writer. Her essays have been published in Scene Magazine, Cleveland Christmas Memories, Raven’s Perch, and by Cleveland State University among others. Her poems can be found in numerous journals. Her chapbook, Liquid Rubies, was published by Pudding House. The Volume of Our Incongruity was published by Finishing Line Press. Diane’s essay, “I Will Sing for You” was featured at the Cleveland Humanities Fest in 2018. Her novel, The Desire Path can be found on Amazon. She is a graduate of Kent State University and holds an M.Ed from Cleveland State University.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Umoja

I wrote this poem years ago after reading a newspaper article on Umoja.  PBS just ran a two-night show called Half of the Sky about women in third world countries.  And I saw Rebecca and Umoja in the show!  It is from my chapbook "Liquid Rubies".


Umoja

Sitting cross-legged on a sisal mat

thatched roof and the equator sun above,
Rebecca holds the 13-year-old girl’s hand 

You don’t have to marry that old man 
even if he is my brother.
Rebecca goes house to house
You don’t have to have sex with a man
that beats you, exposes you to HIV,
a husband with other wives.

Shamed by rape then abandoned
Rebecca’s women grow a circle of mud 
and dung huts in parched and barren grassland
and call it Umoja, in Swahili, unity.

A sanctuary for Sarah’s little girl body
from bearing a child that would have shredded
her insides, causing her to leak, to smell,
to be shunned into a beggar’s existence.

No men live in Umoja,
a haven for Mary from circumcision,
mutilated gentials that would have forever 
brought pain and denied pleasure.

In Umoja, children go to school for the first time, 
women work in the cultural center
inviting tourists into the beauty of Kenya,
selling red and white Samburu beaded necklaces.

Rebecca ignores spiteful men setting up
their own village, spying, failing to imitate
Umoja’s success but hiring the men to haul firewood 
as women change the rhythm, the power of a village.

Rebecca throws back her brown cloud of hair, 
laughs at stone throwing and death threats 
as she boards a plane to a world conference on
gender empowerment an ocean away.
If you remain silent no one thinks you have anything to say.