
Udochi Mbalewe: The Weight of Want, Shame & Repressed Desires | BellaNaija
I remember the first time I felt ashamed of desire. I was eight, sprawled across my bed, my small hands exploring the softness of my own body. The discovery was instinctive and innocent. But when my mother walked in, her face tightened. A single glance was enough to shrink me.
She didn’t say a word. She really didn’t have to.
Even if she was, how would she even say it? “Daddy, Olenna… Olenna was doing something to herself.”
“What thing?”
“Ermm… the things adults do to their body… between men and...
She didn’t say a word. She really didn’t have to.
Even if she was, how would she even say it? “Daddy, Olenna… Olenna was doing something to herself.”
“What thing?”
“Ermm… the things adults do to their body… between men and...