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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WWYF: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Like many people, I have a lot to thank Beyoncé for. One of those things is introducing me to one of my favorite authors.
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