Stories

Stories

Stories define us. We are all made of stories.

Augusta... (3)

“I did everything right, I circumcised my daughters, why has this great evil befallen me? Oh! I have failed as a mother”

Augusta... (2)

“That evening, I asked Mama what sex meant … but she said to shut up and never speak of it again… So, I went back to Mr. Bádéjọ… he said it’s like Chemistry…that since practical is always best, he will show me how”

Augusta...

“Mr. Badejo touched me again, and now my monthly visitor has not come… so I must be pregnant. Do you think I’m pregnant Aunty?”

Adéòtí...Lessons of Love Doomed (2)

I’m aware they all expects me to bring home a man… soon… they say that I’m a woman without a crown… that no one would respect me…until I drop my Father’s name and bear that of another.