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WHEN A GIRL STOOD FOR A JUST CAUSE

Olanna knew the repercussions of her actions. Few days ago, she had led a group of young girls into a revolt. She made them see reasons why they should reject being mutilated by the old women. The girls, following her advice, had blatantly stated their unwillingness to be mutilated to the astonishment of the women.

Later, when the women gathered that Olanna was behind the revolt, they made after her. They came for her one evening when she was enjoying the evening breeze under the shade of their mango tree. That evening, she was sitting on a bench with her head reclined on the bark of the tree.

“So you’ve decided to go against our tradition because of this little education you think you’ve acquired right?” One of the women questioned her with an angry grimace. Olanna stood up, greeted them with a genuflection, and gave them a chair.

The way they puckered their faces showed their belligerence and disgust towards her. She tried to made them see reasons why they should make away with the age-long practice.

“I’m a victim of female genital mutilation. I’m not advocating for its end to mock traditions but rather to safeguard the lives of our girls.” She paused to peer into their prying faces.

“Ever since last year that I got married, I’ve not been able to conceive due to the torture I got many years ago while young.” She stated with a quavering voice, wiping a speck of tears that gathered in her eyes.

“You all are victims too and none of you can boast of having a palatable experience of it,” a slap landed on her face the moment she uttered this statement. It was from the caramel-skinned woman among them.

“This practice has been here since time immemorial. So don’t think you can wake up one day and halt it.” Another cut-in, firing her a disdainful look.

She knew they meant no joke and hence made to leave their presence. Immediately, they pulled her closer, gave her a thorough beatings before warning her to reconsider her actions.
She knew they wouldn’t stop her. She had already planned collaborating with some prominent figures outside her community to enable her fight against the practice, till it becomes a thing of the past. But the scars she got from their beatings that evening, was a cruel reminder that she was treading on a dangerous lane.

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