At the tender age of 14, I developed an unusual appetite for sex that did not cease until recently at 25. My friends tease me and often say I have the mentality of a man when it comes to sex…There were not enough HIV commercials to scare me from fulfilling this sexual appetite; nor did the thought of pregnancy.
Never did the Brothers Grimm or The Arabian Nights tell tales of beautiful princesses who gave it all up for love and a bungalow in Kent. Then again, these stories were written long before Stephanie Benson was born.
Female Genital Mutilation/ Cutting is barbaric. Few subjects can make my face contort in horror, nor make my blood boil with anger, than FGM/C. There is no reason for it.
My dressing for this Kenyan wedding was mild compared to those who had come in jeans trousers, they told me. And I could learn a thing or two, said my West African companions, on how to be ‘truly African’ and stop living in my modern ways.
Anyone who knows me will tell you, I loathe urban fiction. The genre might be selling and filling bookshelves at major stores, but I just can’t get past the lack of substance in many of these books. However, I needed to see what all the hype was about Precious (based on the novel Push by Sapphire).
For me, giving up work to be a full time mum is certainly not an option I am willing to consider. So is my attitude selfish? Possibly. Is it healthy? Well, let’s face it, it keeps me sane.
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Couldn't Love You More by John Martyn
