Bye, my parents waved setting me off with a newly found husband that had been got for me by my parents. They still had there african beliefs and followed them unconditionally .
I wasn't happy with there choice of a husband for me .he was like a father because of the big age different .
Actually my father s age mate.my parents were just after money because of our poverty striken background.
Even at school we were always laughed at me because of the torn dresses in wore .
At times no knicker am my nude bums were seen by everyone . Kids at school would get broom sticks and pass through my holes and prick my bums.
This always made me cry and feel low. I didn't even own a pair of shoes . So this was when this old man showed up asking for my hand in marriage.