In Primary Four, our Ga teacher, Mr. Ayibontey, had told us, “March is the sunniest month of the year.” He wrote it carefully in Ga on the blackboard—O-tso-ki-ri-ki-ri—and said it was so-called because “the sun burnt with a furious blast.” March, to me, was heat, unapologetic and alive. But the evening I became a soothsayer, there had been a downpour.
Cover Image Courtesy: Jessica Felicio // Unsplash Across boundaries and generations, the shared experiences of guilt and shame form an unspoken bond among women. For centuries, the whisper of self-doubt has echoed in our minds, questioning our choices, intentions, and aspirations. Although the guilt of living one’s life is a common thread running through most women’s lives, this shared experience…