Kimi Shy

,Little girl, happy voice, hope is the word, see something pretty Daddy's Girl, going to be great, happy heart, so you think I am pretty ,Painful cramps, broken heart, busy mind, don't know that I am pretty ,Big nose, brown skin, brown eyes, nice girl, do you think I am pretty Flat tummy, long legs, thick glasses, slow speech, do you think I am pretty, No food, bitter tea, first class, Glass smile, so I can be pretty, Big bed, late night, hot breath, hate myself, but do you think I am pretty, Smart mind, quick speech, read all, don't matter, do you think I am pretty, Great heart, nice smile, your girl, do you think I am pretty, Hate me, love me, leave me, but do you think I am pretty, .Found my myself, happy again, hopeful again, so I know I am pretty  - YD "Whatever role we had to play, whether it was the tom boy, the wall flower or the blooming beauty, We took it on like  champs...

    She stared down at her shoes, her heart thumping. She didn't want to go inside; she knew everybody had seen the picture Luke took of her. No one said it to her face, but she knew in their hearts, they called her Ashewo. Such a disgusting name. She wasn't ashamed of what she did with him; she was just ashamed that it he hadn't kept silent.  She was not a bad girl; she didn't sleep with men for money, material things or favours. She just let her body and feelings take control and spent one night with a boy she really liked and had a crush on, thinking he was matured. He took pictures without her knowledge or consent and he showed his boys her picture, now she was the girl that was called ‘Ashewo’ in quiet places. She was not the first girl this was happening to; even the girls that slept with married men were calling her names. Like her Aunty said "no be who dey do bad thing, na who carry belle" She tried not to be shamed for something...

                                            People sometime argue that the problem of domestic violence stems from the importance we place on marriage.   But it's much deeper and insidious than that.  I remember going to a bank when I was still single in Abuja. I stood by the entrance and wasted a bit of time because I was trying to figure out what to do with my glass case. The man at the entrance was so rude to me. He called me funny names and said something about aimless unmarried girls filling their bags with useless things. Fast forward to 6 months later. I was wearing an engagement ring by then and went to the  same bank and the same scenario occurred since I have this unnecessary addiction for oversized hand bags (when I am leaving my house everything seems important) and I am a bit clumsy unfortunately or fortunately  (depen...