I hated how beautiful she was.I hated her sleek, slender figure, her caramel skin, her and her long dark hair. Traditionally men couldn’t stand the idea of a slender wife. However, for a farmer like my husband, a slender wife was ideal. I was a tiny little twig when I got married. When I married Nsansa, I ate as farmers’ wives did. There was always something to sink my teeth into, cassava, groundnuts, oranges,...
Her beauty represents us wellHer intellect does us proudSoft as a feather; yet strong as steelShe lives her life out loudHer bright future is our bright futureHer failures aren’t hers aloneWhen she feels pain we feel the sameAfter all she's one of our ownShe possesses a lifelong membership In the mightiest club in the worldPower was placed in the palm of her handThe day she was born a girlHer eyes sparkle with the light o...
