Stop the Violence...!!!!

The phrase violence against women is a technical term used to collectively refer to violent acts that are primarily or exclusively committed against women. Similar to a hate crime, which it is sometimes considered this type of violence targets a specific group with the victim's gender as a primary motive.

The United Nations General Assembly defines "violence against women" as "any act of gender-based violence that results in, or is likely to result in, physical, sexual or mental harm or suffering to women, including threats of such acts, coercion or arbitrary deprivation of liberty, whether occurring in public or in private life." The 1993 Declaration on the Elimination of Violence Against Women noted that this violence could be perpetrated by assailants of either gender, family members and even the "State" itself.

Worldwide governments and organizations actively work to combat violence against women through a variety of programs. A UN resolution designated 25 November as International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women.

Poem written by Seye La Poet, Olulu, Kemistry, Arch Angel, Atilola and Titilayo.

Poem was compiled/ synchronized by Atilola

Executive Producers:  Stephen Oshilaja Media Production and i2X Media Company Limited.

The poem read by Yeancah of Soundcity at Word UP (Spoken Word Poetry and Soul Music Event) held in Unilag August 18, 2012 (poem was written by Tofarati)

CRAZY LOVE | Shared by Yeancah

We make love with punches and kicks,
Make up with hugs and kisses,
This crazy whirlwind of ours,
That we call love,
Seems so strange,
Yet so familiar,
I find comfort in your rage,
Seek solace in your arms,
But you always bring me harm,
And I ask myself,
Am I crazy?
Have I lost my mind?
Or have I been hypnotised,
By this bestiality,
My beauty,
Seems to bring out the beast in you,
I thought they said love was true,
Guess whoever said that didn't think it through,
Cos our love is filled with violence,
A slap today,
A shove tomorrow,
You hurt me to my bone marrow,
My man, my anchor,
You're supposed to be my shield,
But you're the one who causes me pain,
You're driving me insane,
Yet I have to put on a happy face,
A fake smiley,
While inwardly I cry,
And ask, why me?
We hold hands together,
And people think we're the perfect couple,
How wrong they are,
I pity those who wish to be in my shoes,
What fools!
I beg to be let loose,
For of what use,
Are appearances to a ghost,
The society has chained me to you,
Cos they say it should be for better for worse,
I thought marriage was supposed to be fun,
Only now I know better,
It's an emotional prison,
And I wish to be set free,
Marriage should be a celebration of love,
Not a festival of hate,
I choose to live,
I choose to leave,
I'd rather have a dead marriage,
Than a dead body!

written by Tofarati

Yeancah of SOUNDCITY doing Spoken Word Poetry at WORD UP

Yeancah of SOUNDCITY 

doing a poem on 

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE 

at 

WORD UP 

(a Spoken Word Poetry and Soul Music Event) August 18, 2012 

at UNILAG Guest House Lecture Theatre.

Akoka, Lagos.