Continued from: Chronology of my Faith I
When I was eight years old, I decided to start praying. My mum was against it at first, she told me I was too young, that she didn’t have time to teach me, that I needed to wait; but I insisted.
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Two years ago, I wrote a piece called Fathers & Forgiveness. It was a vague piece about the troubles I’d had with my father, our estrangement, and my attempts to forgive him.
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i was born in a country
where the skies are blue
and tangerine
and every color in between
i was born in a country
where women were slaughtered
where markets were bombed
where poets were murdered
i was born in a country
that made martyrs out of families
orphans out of children
widows out of wives
and monsters out of men
i was born in a country
scarred by war
with turmoil still brewing
i was born in a country
where amnesia is self imposed
where traitors run free
and murderers govern us
My grandmother lost her virginity at the age of fifteen. She was standing on a chair cleaning the display cupboard in her aunt’s living room one day, when she slipped and fell, legs open, on the protruding end of another chair and her virginity was no more. That was the official story.
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In a village composed of families whose ties were made long before the earth was ever found to be round, he wanted segregation of the sexes. As if the women who’s presence he was rejecting weren’t the ones who birthed him.
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