“I was not sorry when my brother died.”

“When I was eight, mama and babamukuru took me to town to buy the dress in which I was to be buried.”

“I was happy, though. I was not sorry to leave home at all.”

“The world does not yield to us directly, but responds to our input; to our wills.”

“The story of my life was a story of travel and of return journeys.”

“But it is a bad thing, this that the human mind can do to itself.”

“Although I had no hope, hope was all I had.”

“I did not ever hope, I returned.”

“I stood up straight and faced the strong winds head-on.”

“They told me that I was losing my mind, but that is usual whenever a woman resists.”

“What I needed, what I deserved, was to be left alone.”

“I was neither a wife nor a mother; what was I?”

“I refused to believe in anyone’s interpretation but my own.”

“I have already made the mistake of denying myself too many things in life.”

“Everything could be taken away in the blink of an eye.”

“I knew I did not want to be a victim any longer.”

“I had seen too much of babamukuru’s life to envy it.”

“I did not want to be like him or anyone else for that matter.”

“My body was my own, and I intended to keep it that way.”

“There was so much to prove, and so little time to do it.”

“I was determined to create my own destiny, no matter what it took.”

“I had to fight against the constraints of society and the expectations placed upon me.”

“I refused to be a pawn in someone else’s game.”

“I wanted to be the one making the choices, not the one being chosen.”

“I was tired of living my life according to someone else’s rules.”

“I had to break free from the chains that held me back.”

“Fear can be paralyzing, but it can also be a motivating force.”

“I had to embrace the uncertainty and take control of my own future.”

“I was no longer content to be a bystander in my own life.”

“I had to find the courage to stand up and speak my truth, no matter the consequences.”