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When the women in my family gather, sitting with them fills me with anger, a sore throat that won’t go even though I drink cup upon cup of water. An itch that I can’t reach.
Aunty Obia had turned prayer warrior last year after her 3rd wedding anniversary
Aunty Obia had turned prayer warrior last year after her 3rd wedding anniversary
ith no child to show for it yet.
She was a ghoulish version of her previous self, all the fasting and sorrow taking away any form of joy in her eyes. She was always looking for the newest prayer houses, flooding our family group with different prayer channels.
She was a ghoulish version of her previous self, all the fasting and sorrow taking away any form of joy in her eyes. She was always looking for the newest prayer houses, flooding our family group with different prayer channels.
Aunty Alice was uncouth, brash and suffocating. She loved to let us all know that no one could talk to her, even though we all knew how mellow and melancholic she behaved with her in-laws. She had no son yet, hence no footing.
What she endured in the hands of her in-laws,
What she endured in the hands of her in-laws,
