Nothing but word porn…
You’re like a rainy afternoon on a sunny day; always wet and warm.
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We get an in depth look at the family dynamics in the Muujiza household.
Mapenzi explores her relationship with Mfariji, although hostile in the beginning, she eventually gave her a chance and accepted that there are things she can’t change and that acceptance was the best option for her family.
From dance lessons to lessons on etiquette, we get a bit of background on Mapenzi’s upbringing and how it has affected the daughters of the royal family.
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A mother and wife in a polygamous marriage finds her-self questioning the societal norms of her community.
Her story beings with her battle against the misogyny faced by many of the woman in the town she comes from.
She shares her story not to alter minds but rather to reflect on her journey into womanhood; a journey that begins with the revelation of a big secret.
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A mother and wife in a polygamous marriage finds her-self questioning the societal norms of her community.
Her story beings with her battle against the misogyny faced by many of the woman in the town she comes from.
She shares her story not to alter minds but rather to reflect on her journey into womanhood; a journey that begins with the revelation of a big secret.
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We get an in depth look at the family dynamics in the Muujiza household.
Mapenzi explores her relationship with Mfariji, although hostile in the beginning, she eventually gave her a chance and accepted that there are things she can’t change and that acceptance was the best option for her family.
From dance lessons to lessons on etiquette, we get a bit of background on Mapenzi’s upbringing and how it has affected the daughters of the royal family.
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Dearly departed,
Here lay the remains of someone who long wished to know what it feels like to hold joy genuinely.
He leaves not any treasures or assets but rather a note, with the simple message, “How will they remember me?”.
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I know I’m good at numbers because every day is a math lesson.
I count the days since my last attempt and wonder how soon before the next.
I look at my wardrobe filled with long sleeve t-shirts and the empty cabinets where the pills used to be.
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Sometimes I have conversations with myself, inner thoughts I don’t share with no one else.
I ask how does it feel to mean nothing, to have no one love you and make it seem like it’s your fault. How does it feel to be in a room full of laughs and wish for silence because your loneliness feels less metaphorical.
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