You can’t set me on fire, I’m already fuming 6/19

I may have just enraged a violent village leader but (1) I’m on a post-birth high (see last post) and (2) he enraged me first.  

Last week Geoff Rowak burned his wife with fire when she didn’t cook for him. Let me be clearer, HE HELD A FLAME IN HER FACE, BURNED HER NOSE, CHEEK AND NECK, AND LEFT BRUISES ALL OVER HER BODY. This is a man who has helped me many, many times, was the jokester at Christmas, shares a passion for writing lists on whiteboards...and he set his wife on fire! Because she didn’t listen to him!

Well, after getting his wife some medicine, I took to the streets street path and told everyone how angry I was. Then I went to the women’s fellowship meeting and demanded that next weeks feast be replaced by an anti-violence march. I asked the very religious group - what would we do if someone burned the village church? They gave appropriate responses: take him to court, hold a meeting, make him fix it, hold community lectures to stop the behavior. I said, you believe that your body is the church. Geoff’s wife’s body is the house of God not this building. This man has set fire to an IRREPLACEABLE PERSON! Oh I’m still so angry. The women’s group, most of them victims themselves, agreed to the march and invited the next village as well.  

Well Geoff hasn’t shown his face around the language house for the last couple weeks and I’m not surprised. I haven’t spoken to him in public but today he was just lurking in the language house alone so, I decided to go ask him what the fuck was wrong with him. 

Well I’m not that brave or rude. I asked him if he was avoiding me, and gave him a chance to say he was ashamed or guilty or sad. He said no he had been busy. I told him, what you did to your wife was very bad. Very very bad. He said, he knows and that it’s against the law (he’s on the law and order team). But then started to explain his reasoning. I cut him off when I heard it was because she wouldn’t listen and said Geoff, I’m not going to listen because there’s no excuse for your actions. And then I asked if he would set me on fire for not listening. He said no (thankfully). I then asked if he will go to court. He said no. I replied, someone needs to take you to court, I can take you to court for the cost of my medicines. This made him very angry and retort that he would take me to court for taking him to court. Realizing that he was without a card to play, I told him again how despicable his actions were and to leave the language house then marched up into the house. This made Geoff very mad and I realized I was a fool for enraging a violent person... but I’m trusting that my special status will save me from the fate of all the other women in this village. And I won’t provoke Geoff unless he returns to the language house. Except for the march, where I’m going to yell at 5 am for everyone to treat women with respect, dignity, and love and not fear and fire!!!

Possible chants?
For early in the morning:
Bäne llowamang? Ngämlle ako! Ngäna ddone dälläd oba kuddäll bog!
(ARE YOU TIRED?? SO AM I!! I did not marry so I could die!)
Lel ttoen! Yu ttoen! Ngämira llowamang dag ge ttoen!
(No fear! No fire! We are so fucking tired!)

For those that need to hear it clearly:
PAPA DA SABI DAN, PAPA DA SABI DAN. 
(BEATING IS AGAINST THE LAW)

A call and response:
Ngänäm! PAPA DA MUDAN mälla bim! PAPA DA MUDAN!!! Llîg bim! PAPA DA MUDAN
(Me! Don’t hit! Wives! Don’t hit! Children! Don’t hit!)

*These chants are for a march of one in my dreams! The actual march will be led by the women’s fellowship group and they will control the message and intensity lol

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