Some people are born with a clear vision of their paths in life. Others acquire this vision at some point before the full attainment of adulthood.
Women of many generations have been painstakingly imbibed with notions of what a woman’s role in life should be.
The year is 1993, I am cowering behind my mother’s door, listening as her younger sister recounts the beating her husband had just meted out to her, this time it had been worse than usual.
I was born in an era where the most common ways of sharing information were through radio and television.