The Evening I Became a Woman
This was when he strolled up to me. He was a towering figure, chiseled like a deity, with a powerful physique that exuded virility: broad shoulders, an imposing height, rippling muscles, and a sturdy frame that commanded attention, so that my face lifted herself to his, forehead first, then my eyes, followed by my nose, and finally my chin, tilting upwards into the gentle evening breeze.
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Fusena’s silence is an immersive language.
In fact, the sum of the woman’s verbal expressions is just eight brief statements. Every other knowledge the reader has of Fusena is through her action.
And her expressions are louder in action when reality hits her that the highly educated entrepreneurial husband who had her truncate her dreams, was the same husband who was chasing down an equally highly educated woman as a mistress and subsequently second wife.