WOUNDS THAT WON’T HEAL
among the three girls was Taipei, the only daughter of the Oloibon. She stood seemingly indifferent to the frenzy going on around her. She held a piercing wise-beyond- her-years gaze in her eyes. She was shivering not from the chilly morning wind, but from the fear, anger and desperation she felt brewing deep inside her. She needed to escape and save herself, but she had not been able to find a chance to run. Her every move was watched and scrutinised by her father and stepmother. Her stepmother was the worst. If there was a contest for evil malicious stepmoms she had no doubt that her stepmom would win it.
The hut’s door slowly opened and the girls were led in. It was a small, poorly lit hut. On the left corner, three dry cow skins were laid on the floor. On the right corner stood a small round three–legged stool, beautifully decorated with blue and red Maasai beads. An old woman shoved the girls towards the direction of the cow hides and ordered them to sit, each on her own hide. Two young girls, Soila and Naserian, who had been circumcised about a year ago, got
