We are women, borne of the blunt, brute strength of men. This is a blessing, this a curse. she paused to adjust her head wrap. My aunt Simi is em, em, how do I put it – eccentric? I swallowed as I pondered the “brute strength part”.
‘But thank God we were made from that 7th rib. How else would we have survived! ehn?’ She kicks off her shoes.
‘Thankfully there is a lot of strength in this weakness, because you can’t break whats been broken, can you?’ Continue reading