Liv in a Life Well-Lived

Somedays, I just wonder how people earn the love of another.  Somedays, I get obsessed to the point of compulsion, to track down and explain at which point exactly did this other human being trust me and love me. What are the factors? What criteria did I fulfill which responds to his quota, his need, his desire? Then I realize it might not be about me. It must be about the two of us, and the sense and nonsense we make when we are together. Millions of scientists have tried to enacapsulate Love in their studies and researches and white papers. All of them are possibly correct, but none of them got the point. Measuring love is like measuring sand. You grasp the understanding, but most of its definitions slip away, fall through, seep out. The handful you do manage to grasp is just an iota of its many other reasons, meanings and possibilities. It blows my mind away. This entry is absolute crap and mush. I am aware of that. But I’m happy I have this crap in my life.I can'

photo c/o of The Guardian, UK. Everyday, girls as young as 5 years old are taken to clinics to undergo circumcision. In certain countries, Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) is a ritual, a rite of passage from childhood to womanhood. But it's primary goal is to decrease sexual pleasure for when girls become women stating this would make sure they will remain faithful to their husbands. I wrote this story, amateurish as it may be, to help support the movement against FGM. It is not the same as Male Circumcision. There is no hygienic reason behind it, nor is it really part of any religious commandment. In my opinion, it is just one more way to treat women as objects of pleasure, to owned and controlled. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= “Uman dande boku wahala .” I heard a woman say to her companion as I was closing the wooden door of the hut I’ve been using as a makeshift school. They just said, “That woman is