Cry your eyes out if you must. Beat your chest, pull your hair and wear sack clothes. Do all that you do, when you weep.
Let the tears flow.
Don’t wait to cry when you lose someone or something. Cry your emotions, your confusion and in your happiness.
Today I cried. I cried because of words that spoke to me, spoke my story. I joined a group of women who cried when our story was read.
Today I cried because it was liberating, it was the thing I needed to do and I am glad I did.
Cry. Cry. Cry.
This work was developed during the African Women’s Development Fund and Femrite African Women Creative Non-Fiction Writing Workshop in Uganda, July 2014.