Every few seconds, a girl’s genitals are cut in Africa. I was one of those girls
I want to begin with a painful experience I went through at age seven. Please be warned that this may be triggering.
magine me then – a lively, happy little girl waking up to a beautiful morning in Mogadishu, Somalia. I noticed a party at my house but also sensed a strange energy in the air. It was unsettling. Only women were there, and I recognised many of my aunties, neighbours and house staff.
I thought: “Today isn’t my or my sister’s birthday”. My mother loved throwing us lavish parties, and this party didn’t look very elegant.
I was standing outside our kitchen when my neighbor’s nine-year-old daughter approached me.… Seguir leyendo »