Because he is masculine

A point they wanted to prove,
A point that they were also strong;
A point that they were feminine,
A point that they were not weak

A point indeed they did prove,
But to their detriment,
Prematurely a life ended

One morning early it started,
The hullabaloo started;
Clinking and breaking they could be heard,
Breaking and clinking utensils could be heard;
But the moans of a man disturbed the street,
The street hitherto asleep woke up with a start

On him women had ganged up,
On him women had pounced,
Like ravenous wolves hungry for meat,
Like lions hungry to finish off their prey,

Different staccato voices could be heard,
Could be heard making orders;
Orders not executed invited a sjambok,
A sjambok they received as reward

The man was severely thrashed,
Thrashed he got that he muted his cry;
To groans his moans turned,
Yet none could come to his rescue;
Yet none could figure he had had enough

The women went wild in their merriment,
In their merriment they went wild,
Wild in delivering a lesson,
A lesson of a life time to him and other men,
A lesson of a lifetime to the masculine,
The masculine deemed lazy and good for nothing,

The climax did come,
Did come when the feminine dragged him out,
Dragged the masculine out early morning,
In his birth suit he was dragged out;
Weak and limp he was,

Yet in their attack the feminine became frenzied,
With a sjambok one flogged him,
As if she was beating a donkey;
Like an angry ostrich the other kicked him;
Like a wrestler another jumped on him

More frenzied the women became when they saw them,
Them spectators and crowds growing;
Each wanted to show she was the best hitter,
And one more angry than others
But, in their merciless gang-attack they didn’t see,
Didn’t see that the man had stopped moving,

On his way to work he stopped them,
Them gang sisters the policeman stopped;
Upon inspection he told them,
Them assailants and dumb struck crowd
That he was dead
That the masculine was dead

The word ‘dead’ caused a stir,
A stir among them attackers,
To their senses they woke up;
Women attackers to their senses woke up

More frenziedly they began to run,
To and fro they began to run;
One tried to wake him up,
Waking him up by calling his name;
With a jar of water the other came,
Came and poured it on the victim;
Another woman,
The wife to the bashed victim-husband,
Tried to resuscitate him,
Mouth to mouth she tried to resuscitate him,
But all in vain

That’s when reality struck all,
Struck all that they had done wrong,
Struck all that they had committed murder

Too late it was now,
With fire inextinguishable they had played
From head to toe they were burning now,
As demon possessed beings,
The sisters-gang to prison went
The sisters-gang to the dock was condemned

Why?

Their feminine strength they wanted to prove,
Their camaraderie they wanted to prove,
By disciplining a wayward husband,
By disciplining a truant brother in law
By disciplining an abusive masculine

It started off as the vaunted domestic disciplining
Into violence domestic it degenerated,
A life masculine it ended
Some lives feminine it locked up

Then, what will become of the children?
What would they amount to,
Since father is dead,
And mother is in prison?

So according to me #StewieLeSavage today we celebrate the fourteenth day of the 16 days of activism against gender based violence with Mongameli Sibanda.