For the unborn girl child, Beloved,
He called me an evangelist. I didn’t know if that was an insult or a compliment. Either way- it stuck. Followed me around and crept up when I was thinking, when I was talking, when I was listening.
Eight months ago I left my comfort zone. I packed my life, my hopes and my expectations into a suitcase and moved to a new city, a new continent altogether.
It began with the vagina monologues. Moved by the stories penned by Eva Ensler I stirred. The timing was sadly, perfect. Every thirty minutes a woman was being raped in Kenya.