Hello dear reader, it’s been a minute since you’ve heard from me, I apologize and I hope to fill you in on why I’ve been away, where I am presently so we can continue from where we stopped or start afresh? Maybe?
She’s the one!.. the other girl whispered loudly “maybe they just look alike”
I heard them, I was buying cereals at the supermarket, it’s been 3 months, I thought no one would recognize me.
I quickly wore my big D&G sunglasses, adjusted my already sagging silk scarf, made way for home crying as I drove
I wish we didn’t live in a world where girls have to physically and psychologically abused to feel safe and still not be safe.
Breast Ironing/ flattening is self-explanatory really, it is the ironing or flattening of the girl child’s breast by pounding and massaging of a girl’s breasts, using hard or heated objects, to try to make them stop developing or disappear.
This barbaric act is mostly carried out by their mothers, aunties, sisters, grandmothers and even nurses.
Ever felt a rush of emotions that you can’t control? like your suppressed anger and pain was dancing in front of you, where you can feel it but you also can’t feel it? You want to explode but know how your emotions can get the best of you and it’s better not to allow yourself? Make rash decisions then you wonder why you made such a dumb decision?
Welcome back to my blog and I AM SORRY for not apologizing for being away in my last post, I traveled to Ondo state for my convocation and had to visit my BEAUTIFUL grandmother.
Waking up to see my website down was the worst thing I’ve had to see his year.