this is not feminism, its about character
My dad passed away when I was 7.
He used to tell me I’d be Miss Uganda and the President of Uganda at the same time because I was left handed and as good looking as he was (its ok, roll your eyes all you want). Of course he had no idea how that opened a door for me to dream of all the endless possibilities that could be my future, he probably just wanted me to smile and feel special. I have over time wanted to be an astronaut, a pathologist, a choreographer, a pilot, a journalist and now finally studying to be a lawyer. I can’t wait to know what I’ll want to be at 35.
Nothing for me is reserved for men.
I remember how after he passed away, my mum took on the burden of raising me alone. We still went to our paternal village for…
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