End of the Pain

The pain is gone

The pain of the wound inflicted on you

To mark the climax of the ordeal

Of your initiation into womanhood.

The wound is cut

Blood spilt, water spilt.

You’ve passed the test, my native land

You’re no longer a child.

The spirits of your grandmothers

Are rejoicing at the shadows

Of your approaching peace

And lost strength.

You’ve passed the test

You’re no longer, a maiden.

The shock of the electric fish

You unwittingly touched under water

Has turned you into a woman.

You’re no longer a fool.

Dry your tears my native land

Rest and smile.

This wound, this pain, this quake

Has made you a woman indeed.