When I was in my mom’s womb
I am hearing about her meetings with the priest.
I was an unlucky baby girl who was born.
In my birthplace,
A female child is usually considered impure.
It\'s a cultural thing.
That is a classic.
That is a philosophy.
That\'s how they live.
We cannot contest it.
Questioning a sacred practice leads to death.
My clitoris, the priest, is giving the situation a sacred date.
The priest set a time and date for my situation.
My father will invite his family.
My mom will invite her family.
They disseminated my holy work.
Doctors and nurses from the clinic next door attended.
Students, batch mates, educators, and evangelists gathered
Huge crowds gathered.
A priest is reading divine theory.
Participants are listening intently.
The joy of my grandparents and parents is present.
It is now time.
The priest had his sharp weapon with him.
My female genital mutilation was praised.
And celebrated by the audience as he did it.
Female genital mutilation has been glorified and sanctified.