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In this circle I rotate Is not meant to orbit A diameter or radius Clocks ticking fast I remain steadfast With horror, sorrow Borrow me yours. Claiming a victim As a perpetrator Amidst the status quo Funny but ironical. Without you I was me With them before Not anymore I want some more But IContinue reading “Victim or Perpetrator”
My food was termed as poison, all my efforts were seen as nothing. I alone wasn’t the only victim of castigation. My husband and our children had a fair share of all these hurdles thrown our way by my mother-in-law turned monster-in-law. My eyes bled with salty water as every words and injustice we’ve beenContinue reading “PART TWO: FGMC and the misery of my marriage”
My name is Yaboye, a 36-year-old lady from Bunkiling Village. I was born, nurtured and raised by my parents as the only child. Our family was of a humble background, whereby living was from hand to mouth. I got married at the age of 20 to a loving and caring man. We were blessed withContinue reading “PART ONE: FGMC and the misery of my marriage”
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