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Photo by  Lisa Herbert You can't burn bridges then ask me to find my way back. Like where all good things come from; Twitter, I read that you cannot heal in the same environment you got sick . Never appreciated the value of that simple statement  until I woke up choking , in absolute seething anger , at family mostly .Because although I have mastered the 'outside people' , here I am , the 'outside people' to my inside people . And there is nothing I could do . My mum said never to use the word "hate" . It's ugly and cheap and so absolute . So here is my unlearned lesson; that loyalty must be given to family . No ! Loyalty , respect and all that is wanted must be given to those that earned it . 

Olufisayo. You know better than to complain about family issues or good fortunes to your friends ,even when you moved from your old house to a new house in Ikoyi. your mother had already told you that they wish you nothing but bad luck.  Who are you not to believe her?  When you were 12, you had been kissed by your half-muslim half christian cousin, Salaudeen Deen; to his friends; whom you have also kissed by 14. You sit at the back of the church because of your behaviour, as if it would make God less aware of your sins.  You couldn't wait to be 17 and wear proper buba to weddings which seemed to be every    Saturday with your mother. Mostly because you knew the men , both married and unmarried would be making some deeply inappropriate remarks at you when your mother wasn't watching. And you enjoyed every single one but openly you held your face right ; because shakara is your birthright as  a respectable “good” girl. It somehow reinf...