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In response to the excerpt from my ongoing book, I got several messages of “this is a lesson to mothers, and to both parents in general.” Here is my note: I love my mother, although I wrote in chapter two that I blame Mother, it was intentional that I did not attach a personal pronoun to the word “Mother” so that it would be clearly different from the phrase “My Mother’’. Perhaps if I had posted Chapter One, the entire story would have been better understood. I understand the language of hating the game, not the player. The game is life, the player is you and I. Besides, the love you have for family is unconditional. It is laced with acceptance and mercy and truth and empathy and compassion. We are after all builders, even though sometimes we forget and we tear things down. My mother, growing up was an orphan who was adopted by her elder sister at a very young age. Her sister, who had that time already had children of her own, for whatever reason thought that the best way to groom a ch...

A CHOICE When evil visits, it is not always from a stranger. Evil can wear the face of a friend. When evil visited me, it came on a festive day – on a good and bright day when everything was merry and there was the promise of a big belly. That day, someone who was a shepherd came to steal; to maim; and to destroy - maybe one or more sheep, and I was the one he choose that day, a girl, a kid, at five.  In the Celestial Church of Christ, asides the multiple Ipese that comes as a result of weekly success or breakthrough prescriptions from the Woli - which instructs that the one who seeks God’s benevolence would receive it via the feeding of (mostly) children with fruits- which was the usual practice if a woman desires to conceive, perhaps after many years of futile attempt. The ipese sometimes included adults (mostly on a larger scale- that could be for wealth, protection against evil, as well as favour from far and near). We generally looked forward to these days as it meant that we ...

Today, I am writing my personal story in my Novel Autobiography. In time past, I had tried and it had been too draining, and today finding the courage means it doesn't have to hurt. What lessons have I learnt in my time unliving the trauma from yesterday? Is it something we should share? Perhaps like me, today or someday, you finally decide to relive your sexual abuse experience in writing and to the public. Not in your mind, where it is constantly your sleepover ceiling wallpaper,  or where it serves as some horror décor for your nightmares when they visit. You want to make your story public.  I mean, you decide that you want to tell the world about that moment in the history of histories when your breasts were kneaded, your buttocks was swatted, strange fingers pried into your insides, or some foreign body tore your body apart and took unpaid rent in your mind forever. Someone even asks you why you would choose to after all these years to open up new wounds? Why are you talk...

I want to say yes, boys would keep raping girls. If that rattles your sensibilities, sorry but that is our modern day reality. Boys are raised to rape. Yes. Yes. Yes.  And all of our 7 billion hash tags of " let's end rape would end nothing." Or tell me, do hash tags change the sexual orientation of a rapist? Does it invoke change and cleanse the mind from the need to dominate, to rule over another? How do hash tags solve our rape, abuse and violence against women's problem? How? Does a rapist have a change of mind simply because you used a hash tag? When rapist read our social media chants do they leave the next girl/baby/toddler/child/teenager/adult/woman alone and not rape or abuse or oppress her? Sadly some men who have violated other women in endless ways are passing the hashtag. And we say na wa o. E.g She slept at your place because it was too late to go home, and you went in pinning her down. She did say more than stop and she later left it at that,  because w...