This one did a number on me.
I’m in that stage in life where it is socially acceptable to not know many things. I don’t know if I want to have children. I don’t know if I want to get married. I don’t know where I want to live or what I want to do. Heck, I don’t even know what I want to eat tomorrow. But like the characters in this book, there comes a time when you know the answers to these questions and sometimes the knowing brings pain.
While reading, there were times my Afro-urban self screamed leave! There were times I wanted to cry and other times I was like damn girl… you messed up. Then there were the things that a girl like me can only read in a book written by an African woman highlighting the complexities of being a woman grappling with love and sexuality in a patriarchal society where submissiveness, polygamy and childbearing are considered part and parcel to the definition of womanhood and marriage. But hopefully we all get that one person who we get to call ‘Moomi’ and hopefully they make the path a little easier for us and some day we too get to do the same for someone else.