Sometimes I think about the cruelty you went through What purpose was given to you from high above How is it that a child can be brought to this world Unwanted, neglected, malnourished and unloved   But when you said how the market ladies...

I have lived long enough to know that memory is not a gentle thing. It does not soften with time. It does not fade the way mortals believe it should. Memory sharpens. It grows teeth. It waits in the...