One week later, Obipa’s students presented us with a photo album from our wedding. I hesitated to look inside, wary of what others might see.
At the age of twenty, an unfortunate kitchen gas explosion occurred while I was preparing a meal. The flames inflicted deep wounds along my face, neck, and back. Since that tragic evening, men never looked at me with affection; their gazes reflected either curiosity or silent pity. It was then that I crossed paths with … Read more