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"Three."
...my weak fingers caressed the book...
"Two."
...I winced in pain...
"One."
...I smiled, sadly...
"Happy Birthday!!!"
...I closed my eyes, forever.
It was supposed to be the countdown to my birthday not my death. I'm Omotayo Adedimeji. This isn't to tell the world what you did or didn't do. It's to make them aware of the disaster they could have avoided.
With eyes closed, I hope with these dots you successfully trace the crooked line of my beautifully miserable life and maybe... Just maybe, you trace it to my death. Only then, will my stone-cold body find warmth.
Above all, here's to women.
Women are strong, women are powerful.
Here's to strong women.
May we know them.
May we be them.
Me we raise them.
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