This story is dedicated to all the women who have suffered from, or who still suffer from VVF, especially as a result of child marriage.
Let’s stand together and fight child marriage. It is inhumane, and it destroys our future.

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Have you ever experienced death while you still lived? Have you felt flames shrinking your flesh? Have you smelt the stench of your own meat? Bile rising to your throat. Pain engulfing your brain? The beating of your heart. The fear hidden under your tongue. This is was it takes to be a skull brother….

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I shall wait for him to love me, I shall kneel in prayer till my knees bleed. My Knight, where art thou? I await your entrance in glory. Of fanfare and trumpet, to claim my hands and fill my limbs, and make me whole. I await the joy you will bring. The kisses that will…

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Diamond is a woman’s best friend, shining every new day. It is solid, loyal and unceasing, shining through the dark ebony skies.   It is a union of uncertainty, of strength and fragility, of loyalty and intensity, of diamond and woman

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Most people call it tongue, I call it my sword: The weapon of bravery, in a time when men choose to be dumb.   Let poetry mate with your tongue, in the intercourse of words and wisdom. Defend a cause of nobility; be a voice of truth

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My friend, Happiness should be your tutor! Happiness is a marathon runner. Trust me, it is a very good one at that. It can run faster than a thousand Usain Bolts put together. It is the black goat that you are searching for in a dark night. It is indeed a fleeting shadow. Happiness is…

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It was the 17th day of December at 6:32PM. I sat in my hostel room. My friends and I had long jubilated at the triumph of the morning. We had brought Uche to his knees. We were glad. Then, I remembered that that same day was Sylvester’s birthday. Sylvester was my class representative, a wonderful one at…

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The birthday party was over. I slept like a log of wood. I awoke to Benjamin’s call. “Hello, birthday girl, come meet me at S and P supermarket”. It took a quick wash and hurried dressing and I was at the supermarket. It was there that my best friend told me the real tale of what had transpired at…

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